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johnny-coxville · 1 year

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Woo! It´s been a long while. I´ve been a bit busy, and a little burnt out. But I´m back. This is a personal piece I made for the folks with church trauma. I can´t resist a good priest fic.

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Johnny Knoxville x fem!reader nsfw

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Faith

Being a faithful churchgoer felt like your life purpose. Raised and born to the church. You had grown for years to study faith, and be obedient to whatever head ran the church. It was a little past your nineteenth birthday. You had taken a fondness for the priest over the years, though you fully knew it was wrong.

You ignored these feelings since you were merely a young teen. Though progressively harder over the years. Father Knoxville was the most temptation you had ever experienced. Taught that temptation and lust were horribly sinful.

You mustered the courage one morning to attend a Sunday confession. Dressed simply in black slacks and a plain t-shirt. Opening the wooden caged door, you let out a sharp breath. You carefully nestled your knee’s into the pillow. Hanging your head by the metal grate.

You squeezed your eyes closed and thought hard. Confessing these feelings would be for the greater good. Wouldn’t they? Examining the woodwork of the booth, you debated your thoughts. You took in a deep breath. “Bless me, father. For I have sinned.” You finally mustered.

A moment of silence before a response. “When was the last time you confessed my sweet child.” He whispered through the grate. You shivered. You had never confessed before. You were always terrified. “This is my first confession father.” You admitted. A click of his tongue was heard.

“No worries. What must you confess sweetheart.” Johnny said softly through the metal holes. He was no ordinary priest. He was a dirty man. Willing to sleep with anyone who had given him the chance. He was never faulted, possibly never even caught.

You were soon to fall victim to his cunning sweet words. Shy and sweet, lustful for something different and exciting. You sighed. Hooking your fingers through the grate, you spoke. “I’ve been having these thoughts. Thoughts of… You touching me. Making me feel good. I know it’s wrong… but they always creep back.”

You paused a moment, thinking of choosing your next words. “I’ve never intended on acting on these thoughts. They just make me feel wrong.” You said loosening your grip on the grate holes. A small chuckle rang through the box. “Oh don’t you worry. These thoughts are completely normal doll. Even I myself. Have these desires. It’s just the way the human body works.” He said gently.

This made you feel so much better. He was so understanding and nurturing to you. On the other half of the great, he wore a smile. His pants tight and warm hearing of this. “Thank you, father. I-” Before you could finish, he cut you off with an offer.

“How about you come out and read some scripture with me? Hm? Make yourself feel a little bit more comfortable.” He said with an inviting tone. You nodded your head to yourself in agreement. “Yeah.. Okay.” You said getting off of your knees. You heard the other end of the door open.

A silver-haired man ducked out of the door and stood tall. Buttoned down in his black cassock, he fixed his collar. You kneeled out of the door, being greeted face-to-face by the priest. He presented a warm lovely smile. You smiled back nervously but bowed your head.

He reached a hand out, and you took it. His hand was ice cold but felt comforting. He began to lead you to the room of mass. As you two walked, he spoke gentle warming words to you. “You know. I never see you a whole lot? Are you shy?” He asked smiling.

You gave a small smile. “Yeah.. I’m sorry. Larger crowds make me nervous, but I’ve always really looked up to you father.” You said squeezing his hand for comfort. He squeezed back. “That’s okay. You’re my quiet little church mouse.” He said letting go of your hand and opening one of the two double doors.

Leading you into a room you had seen dozens of times. Rows of wooden benches, neatly placed with their bibles. Stained glass lets light seep through the windows. Sheek white carpet beneath your feet. Your family raised you in the church, so you knew the ins and out’s like veins.

There was really no one in the church yet. You were always dragged unbelievably early since your parents had family friends here. You both walked down the center aisle. The room was so incredibly quiet, you could hear your uneasy breathing.

Staring at the back of Father Knoxville’s suit, you felt a nervous pit growing in your stomach. Sure you had confessed, but the feeling still lyed at your core. Once you two reached the front, you stepped up to the familiar wood stand. The leather bible with the golden letter’s shining at your eyes.

He stepped beside you and flipped through the book. Finding an aged page, and pointing out the words. “How about you read this to me.” He said stepping behind you. Your body shivered, as you felt him press against your back.

He loomed over you as you scanned the page. The wood stand you stood over, was only a couple inches below you. Looking down at the scripture, you attempted to read it. “Corinthians 10:13.. No temptation has..” As you began to speak, his arms caged you beneath him. Each hand on either side of the stand.

“No worries. Just trying to see a bit better.” He reassured you. His head leaned over your shoulder, and his body pressed against you. You took in a sharp inhale. Your body was screaming for attention, though your mind yelled at you for feeling such a way.

You began to read again. “Has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability-” As you read, you felt him press against your ass. You could start to feel the warmth of his pants against you.

You tried your best to ignore it, trying to keep yourself from being sidetracked. “But with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it…” You finished the verse, with your breathing hitched. He pressed hard against you. You both stood silent.

“Father?” You muttered. “Hm?” He said pretending to be dazed. You shifted yourself, partially caged in by his arms. You press your back end against him. The scripture you just read meant nothing to you, you hoped, even prayed he’d take you where you two stood.

“Not so shy now are you?” He said with a light chuckle. You let out a sharp exhale. Your face was red and your vision was blurry. His hands were brought up from the stand, up to your shoulders. His hands were massive compared to your build.

You wanted to form words but your brain was drawing blanks. He leaned down, leaving a soft kiss against the side of your neck. He pulled back loosening his grip on your shoulders.

“What do you want church mouse? Do you need help feeling good? Do you want to act on those thoughts?” He said pressing questions. You were conflicted, but the yearning urge was becoming undeniable. You answered with a short response.

“I’ve never done anything like this before.” You muttered. Still somewhat beneath him. He clicked his tongue, easing his weight off of you. “That’s okay sweetheart. I’m here to help you.” He said stepping about two feet back. Admiring your figure.

You nodded your head in agreement, honestly still fearful. What if you two were caught? Was it wrong? Would it be forgivable this time? Those thoughts started to leave you, the more you thought about him touching your body. Knoxville scanned the room for a moment, looking for something.

“Ah!” He said walking into a corner of backstage. “Come here, sweetie.” He said calling from some corner of the room. You slowly made your way over, stopping where he stood. A wooden desk and a rolling chair were placed neatly.

You glanced at him, and he smiles. “Here. Let’s start by getting those clothes off ya.” He said in his sweet southern accent. This was real. Your body was heating up rapidly, yet you were dead silent. He stood face to face with you and left a soft kiss on your forehead.

He grabbed the bottom of your shirt and pulled it over your head. Revealing your plain bra. You shivered as took it off. He leaned down and kissed the top of both your breasts. He unbuttoned your black jeans with his lanky fingers.

You watched quietly. He bent down and untied your sneakers. Pulling them off and setting them aside. He brought himself back up and tugged down your jeans. You stepped out of them and kicked them away. There you stood in front of someone you deeply admired in just your bra, socks, and underwear.

You felt vulnerable and warm. His cold hands grabbed at your waist. Pulling you into his chest. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him for a hug, and he felt around your body. His hands slide around your back. Making his way down to your ass. Squeezing it, and giving it a hard slap. You listened to his rapid heartbeat and felt almost at peace.

He pulled you away from his chest and kissed your lips gently. The gentle kisses turned into an intense passion. He backed you against the desk, and his tongue infiltrated your mouth. The two of you tugging and pulling at one another.

Fully clothed you tried to feel his body. Slipping your hands beneath his layers of clothes. He pulled back a moment to take a peek at his watch. “Shit.” He mumbled. “It’s almost time for prayer. We’ll need to make this quick. I promise I’ll show you more after baby girl. For now. I’m going to make you feel nice and special. I wanna feel your quivering legs squeeze around me.” He said with a wide grin.

You were flustered, standing awkwardly. “Sit down.” He said grabbing you by the arm and leading you into the spinning leather chair. You sat in the leather chair, closing your legs tightly together. He shook his head and leaned down. Getting onto his knees. You looked down at him in confusion. His hands pried apart your thighs. Exposing your soaked underwear.

He hummed in satisfaction, hooking his fingers into them, he pulled them down. You lifted yourself up a small bit, and they slid down with ease. He pulled them off your ankles and dropped them to the ground. There he sat before you. His dress shoes dug into the wooden floor.

“I’m going to eat out your pretty little pussy. Is that okay with you sweetheart? Your pussy seems to be begging for me.” He said locking eyes with yours. You nodded your head, though that didn’t satisfy him. “Use your words. I know I’ll hear you soon.” He said with a sweet smile. “May I please your pussy baby?” He asked politely.

“Yes, father.” You said, your legs shaking out of anxiety, and anticipation. He gave a wide grin, before grabbing your legs. He pulled you as close as he possibly could. Gently placing your legs on his shoulders. You were angled lower in the chair now. His face just inches from your heat. You could feel his rapid breath on you.

“If you need something to grab onto, don’t worry about messing up my hair cutie.” He said leaning into you. His tongue grazed your clit. You were immediately filled with wet warmth. You held your breath as sweetly explored you. You had never felt this sensation before.

It was nothing like you had ever done to yourself. His hands reached around and grabbed your thighs. His pale hands squeezed as he suckled. If didn’t have such a tight grip you would’ve been shaking out of the chair. You couldn’t contain yourself. Trying to bight on your lip, it did no good.

You were filling the prayer room with lewd moans, and the sounds of your wet pussy. His pace was steady, yet fast. Hard for your head to keep up with. He went in every which direction. Licking stripes up and down, then sucking on your clit. Moving back to circling your wetness.

When you could finally take it no longer, you entangled your hands in his silver hair. Tightly you pulled, using your other hand to squeeze the arm of the chair. In moments of your bliss, you heard the dreadful sound of the large wooden double doors opening. This made him smile, working harder at you.

Though you were horrified, immediately removing your grounding hand from the chair. Covering your mouth to suppress your moans. Knoxville only made himself louder. Humming as he ran his tongue through the mess he made. You started to shake, squirming as you reached your climax. You removed your hand and bit down on it. A death grip in his hair.

As you felt the release, you arched, and nearly flipped the chair back. Lucky to have been grounded on his shoulders. You heard voices as your clarity faded back in, and immediately remembered there were people in the room. Knoxville spread your legs apart and softly planted them to the ground.

He gathered your garments, and you followed. ¨Father my clothes!¨ You almost shouted. He shook his head. ¨I´m not done with you just yet. You´re coming to my office.¨

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johnny-coxville · 1 year

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Johnny smut after he wins against sami zayn and he's really cocky about it?

For some reason, Tumblr on PC gives me a ton of issues. Hopefully will have a phone sooner or later. For the time being, my writing formatting might look a little goofy.

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Johnny Knoxville x fem!reader nsfw

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Go Johhny!

In your hotel room the night before, as your boyfriend showered for his big day, you made him a silly surprise. You had bought some supplies to cheer him on for his wrestling match. You both had taken a long flight from California all the way to the ring in New York.

As he entered the shower, you took it upon yourself to get some poster paper, glitter, and whatever you wanted to make a silly poster. Finishing it before he even finished showering, it was covered with glitter and positive words like a fan cheering on their favorite wrestler.

You hid it in the back of the car, heading back into the hotel room. Coming out of the bathroom he dried his hair with a towel. A goofy smile plastered on his face. He was beyond excited, and frankly so were you.

The next night was incredible. You were in the front stands watching your boyfriend beat the crap out of Sami Zayn. The smile on his face was prominent throughout the night. Whenever he would turn to you. He flashed his eyes over to your massive sign “I love you Johhny Knoxville! Kick his ass! <3” It read. You swung it around like a madman. Screaming like a little fangirl.

The fight ended with Johnny as the champion. His silver hair was drenched, his goggles hanging around his neck. Hyping the crowd up like a goofball. When he was exiting the ring, you followed him. Exiting the stands and heading into the back. Seeing him standing around scanning the room, you ran and hugged him. His embrace tightening around your back.

You pulled back from his embrace with a massive smile. “Johnny I’m a huge fan! Could I could get an autograph?” You joked. He grinned. “I can give you something more than an autograph sweetie.” He chuckled.

You cocked an eyebrow. “Oh reaaallyy?” You cooed with a grin. “Oh yeahh. I’ll take you to my car.” He said grabbing your two hands and pulling them to his chest. A few people peaking you two’s way. You didn't mind much.

“Are you sure Johnny? What if you get caught.” You dramatically said with a frown. He tried to hold back a laugh. “As long as your quiet.” He whispered to you. Letting go of your hands and starting to lead you to the parking garage. Sometimes you both would mess around. Pretend your his pretty little fan. A fun way to praise him.

You two didn’t roleplay often, but when you did, it was usually odd. As you two walked hand in hand to the parking garage, you were full of anticipation. Egging Johnny on with your fan babble. “You really beat him. It was really hot.” You said rubbing his hand with your thumb.

He let out a small huffed laugh. “Well of course. Sami could never stand to the likes of me.” He said swinging your arm back and forth. Entering the parking garage he stopped. He scanned the garage for the elevator to the higher floor. Making his way to the elevator with you he fixed his hair and adjusted his outfit.

In the short time, you had made your way out of the crowded stands, he had already changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Stepping into the elevator with him, he hit the 40th floor. You were on the base floor. The elevator ride would be a good five minutes.

Johnny wouldn’t waste a single second in this five-minute ride. Standing next to you he turned and shoved you against the elevator wall. Pushing his hands into your hips he kissed you. You rutted your hips forward. Pressing into his jeans. Pulling back from the kiss, he questioned you.

“So. Do I get to know the name of the beautiful girl I’m about to fuck? Or is it a mystery?” He said with a toothy grin. You shook your head no. He would probably slip up and say your name. His favorite thing to do was cooing it in your ear when he was ready to release.

“Mmm. That’s a shame.” He said stepping a few steps back. It wasn't a very big elevator but enough to hold just about three people. You shuffled forward. Palming his jeans with your rather small hands compared to his build. He huffed. “I never expected I would have the chance to touch such a strong man.” You said rubbing your thumb down his trapped package.

“Oh yeah?” He let out shakily. The elevator doors could open at any moment. Revealing some poor person just trying to find their car. “Mhmmm..” You said unbuttoning his jeans. Sliding down the golden zipper. His cock hard against his thigh.

“I’m surprised there aren't more girls coming your way Johhny. You looked so good out there.” You said running your fingers up his length. He was backed against the wall, breathing anything but steady. You cocked your head, you two were only two floors away.

You adjusted his bulge and close his pants with a pleasant smile. “Oh, baby. I’m going to have it out for you.” He said as the elevator doors slid open. You both stepped out of the elevator, he buzzed his car. Making his way towards its spot in the garage. The garage was fairly empty in the first place. Only about 30-40 cars. Cars of the team members that worked there.

You both were practically running towards the car, speed-walking to indulge in one another. He popped open the hatch of his car. A large flat bedded trunk. He opened the back seat door and grabbed a blanket. Laying it down on the flat bedded trunk. Puffing the upper half into a makeshift pillow. “Johnny? Are you sure we should do this? What if someone sees us?” You said pretending to be shy.

He didn't answer. Removing the blanket from the trunk. It would be too difficult to position. Opening the back door and laying the blanket down. Fluffing the top once more to make for a decent pillow. “That’s the thrill baby. Someone catching you getting fucked by THE Johnny Knoxville?” He said coming back around to the trunk. He shut the hatch and grabbed your hand.

“Is this your first time ever having sex in public?” He said assisting you into the backseat. You two had, had sex countless times in public. “Yeah.. I’m a little nervous.” You replied. He nodded his head. “Don’t be nervous baby. I’ll make you feel reallyyy good. I promise.” He said unbuttoning his jeans for the second time that night. You sighed shakily.

“Do you want me to take my pants off?” You softly questioned. Hoping he would ask you to just drop the act. Wanting to be aggressively fucked. He nodded his head as he unzipped his fly. You kicked your shoes off, and lifted yourself up, and pulled down your jeans. Easy to take off considering how loose they were around your waist.

You began to lift your shirt off, though he stopped you. “I got it, baby.” He said pulling your shirt off over your head and arms. Lifting your back up to unclip your bra. Once that was removed, you were left in nothing but your thin underwear. He traced his fingers around your torso, leading up to your breasts.

His fingers brushed against your nipples. One hand squeezing your bud, as he leaned down and softly suckled your other. Leaning inside of the car, his left knee planted between your legs. You softly moaned, wrapping your fingers into his silver hair. Still slightly damp with sweat. He swapped places, softly pinching the opposite nipple and sucking the other. He moved off of your nipples, leaving soft kisses on your breasts.

He kissed down your chest and to your torso. Kissing your sides and down to your waist. He climbed off of you, backing up a step. He pulled your legs forward, hanging them further out of the car. He shuffled his unbuttoned jeans off and tugged off his shirt. Anyone could walk out and watch you two feel each other. It sparked a thrill in you.

Staring at his shaved chest, he was quite built. He had been working out extra for the match. Making him extra toned and defined. He eventually approached you again completely naked.

Grabbing your thighs, he got down to his knees. Leaving his skin on the cold cement. He pulled you as close as he could. His hot breath on your crotch.

Hooking a finger under your panties, he slipped his tongue against you. Painfully slow, he glided his tongue against you. Enjoying every second. One hand on your thigh, the other still holding your panties. He picked up his pace, keeping you unable to be still.

He groaned a bit as he suckled your clit. Sloppy noises coming from below you, you held a hand over your mouth as he worked away at you. He pulled his head up, tugging your panties off. Getting off his knees, with no other warning, he entered you.

Pulling your legs onto his hips, he fucked you fast. Catching you so off guard you nearly screamed. An immediate shift of pleasure. Intense and hot. He leaned his face down to yours, slipping his tongue in your mouth. You eagerly kissed him back, sliding your fingers through his silver hair.

He filled you almost perfectly. Hitting every spot that could make you scream. He pulled his head back panting. “I don’t have a condom. I want to watch you finish with your fingers. I want to see you squirm to the thought of your biggest hero, Johnny Knoxville, watch you make a mess of yourself.” He said slightly slowing his pace.

He seemed to get off using his ego sometimes, but you enjoyed it. You loved his cocky presence. You nodded your head and removed the hand from your mouth. He pulled himself out of you, as you shot your right hand down to your clit. Your fingers circle the small bit.

His eyes didn't break contact with your fingers, his hand vigorously pumping at himself. Looking up, you were met with his eyes. The both of you intensely touch yourselves. The eye contact alone drove you both mad. A fast pace shared between you both.

“You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to watch you cum all over.” He said sliding his thumb over his dribbling tip. You began to pant. Feeling yourself coming closer. Hitting the perfect spot, you arched back. Your fingers assist the wet sounds you two both made.

“Fuck! I’m going to fucking cum all over you baby.” He yelled stepping forward. Blowing his load onto your stomach and legs as you continued to work at yourself. His hand still kneading. You finished and made a massive mess of yourself.

Warm cum spread across your body. Your fingers are soaked from the ordeal. He squeezed the last bit of cum he had left, letting out a long sigh. You laid a moment catching your breath. “Man. That was the best experience I’ve ever had with a fan.” He said gathering his clothes. “Oh stop it PJ.” You rolled your eyes over his silly roleplay.

You lifted yourself off the leather seat, peeling off your sweaty body. Your crotch feeling entirely numb by this point. “Sh! My name is Johnny. Not PJ..” He said sliding his boxers back on, looking for his discarded shoes. You rolled your eyes once more, satisfied with the intense pleasure you experience.

“You should really attend more wrestling matches. I could get used to this.”

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