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ethansespresso · 11 months

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possessive

johnny knoxville x gn!fem!reader

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tags: smut!!!, possessive johnny, jealous johnny, minor degrading, bam is a whore, uhhh aftercare

summery: you’re pretty, johnny’s agitated that everyone’s looking at you.

maybe it's the daisy dukes, maybe it's the bikini top, or maybe it's the way the strings of your swimsuit bottoms fit your hips, but whatever it is, something has johnny red and jittery in his beach chair across the lawn.

his leg is shaking at a rapid pace, his fingers drumming on the arm with his jaw clenched and eyes darkened.

you glance at him, confused and questioning, but he gives no clues as to what's wrong.

you frown, it's almost scary seeing him like this, unknowing of if he might explode, and if so, who will it be directed at? bam? steve? you? you shudder. you know it's just the ptsd, he wouldn't, johnny would never raise his voice with you. even before he knew your past he was gentle with you. still, you can't help but be uneasy around him, and his unrelenting stare. it felt as though he might pounce on you. you wonder if he takes notice of you slipping into the kitchen, away from the heat and noise and his eyes that were seemingly undressing you. you're putting cups in the sink, rinsing out the stickiness from the spiked lemonade; you're on vacation with the crew, and the bonfire still going strong even after the long hours had gone by, though it seems that everyone is still going strong, too. your ice machine begins whirring as the spheres clank into your cup, but you still hear the creak of the back door opening.

you whip around, only to see bam, sopping wet with his swim trunks dipping dangerously low.

"hey," your eyes avert away from his waist, and there's johnny right behind him with the same death glare as he'd been giving you before. "do you have more beer? ryan and i wanna do beer pong together." he grins.

"what's the loser do? kiss the winner?" you snicker, trying to keep your eyes away from johnny watching you with an intense stare. you pour more lemonade into your cup, sipping as the burn runs down into you. shuddering again, you point at the cooler. "there, have at."

he nods thankfully, grabbing a couple of cases and scurrying out.

and then it's just you, and johnny, and your tipsy thoughts. you can't seem to croak anything out, his jaw clenches harder and fear overwhelms you, you can't think properly anymore. the alcohol is taking over your brain inch by inch, and somehow through your fear, you can see the hint of lust in his eyes.

you're pretty sure that glint is being returned.

he's towering over you, and you're positive it's because you glanced at the way bam's trunks went too far down. how his v-line protruded, but it was nothing like the man standing in front of you.

you didn't want him, you remind yourself before the guilt can set in. you were just afraid they'd drop right down on your kitchen floor leaving a soggy mess.

you want johnny. his trunks aren't sagging, but his v-line is much more visible, along with the slight six-pack. the golden skin, the soft happy trail, all sitting right before you, tempting your deepest, darkest desires. your mouth is watering as you get sucked deeper into your focus on him.

"sweetheart," and his voice is soft and gravelly, a sign he'd been drinking too.

you're broken out of your trance as he drawls, "doll, look at me," his fingers touch your chin to lift your gaze up to his. "they've been drooling over you all goddamn day," it's almost a growl when he speaks yet his hand cups your face ever so gently, you can't help but melt into his touch. he licks his lips, "it makes me sick how they stare at you, can't stand the thought of anyone touching you, you know? bam coming in here, his trunks like that, he knew what he was doing. you're so goddamn edible." he gives a little scowl that you can't help but want to kiss away. and as if he reads your mind, he dips down to kiss your lips, "all mine, my pretty little whore."

you nod, your shoulders relax, and seeing his eyes still dark you understand. there's a burning inside you, and you're not quite sure if it's the alcohol, how johnny's hands are touching you, or maybe a bit of both.

you belong to him, it sinks in and it makes heat bubble in your stomach, he's scooping you close and bringing you out, his hand in your back pocket with a firm grip on your ass.

wolf whistles call out from friends, mostly in a joking manner, but it still makes johnny huff in a sharp breath, glaring once again.

"you're so fucking sexy, look at all these vultures staring you down," he mutters to you, and you can't help but shiver at his words when a tingle shoots down to your core. you blush, feeling all eyes on you. it makes you feel insecure, and you need a way for everyone's eyes to get off you, but then johnny sits, pulls you into his lap, and starts kissing under your ear. "mine, all mine." he purrs, a big hand on your thigh, the other on top of your hand with your fingers interlaced with his.

his cock begins to harden beneath you, and your breath catches in your throat. you need him, your thoughts are racing with all the things you want him to do to you. you hope he catches the hint to have a bit more privacy and you purposefully scoot across his cock while getting down. "i'm going into the water, you can come." you offer with a soft smile as you step down the beach into the cool ocean of your rented vacation home. it's an off-white with a wrap-around deck; there's a patio where the cup-pong is getting set up, a pavilion with snacks and drinks, and then there's you and johnny crossing across the soft sand into the warm water. his hands are wrapped around your waist and you rest your head against his chest.

"the sunset is pretty." you relax against him as he nods, bringing you closer to him. your eyes focus on the blurring colors in the sky, relaxing into his tense body. you turn around to face him, your cheeks are pink from the alcohol and the burning sun. his eyes sparkle with a mischievous glint, and you find your mouth parted ever so slightly, staring in awe.

"kiss me," you can barely whisper out, you're so entranced by him you can't think. "please." and his lips are touching yours without the chance for a second thought, you're pressed tightly together in the cool water under darkening skies. everything is muffled around you, the yelling and the catcalls, all gone from both of your minds. it's all focused on each other, the way your mouths are together, the way he tastes and smells and feels. god the way his cock pressed against your stomach, the heat radiating from his body, the way he wouldn't pull away for a single gasp of air, it was bound to make you dizzy. his hand grabbed at your ass, his mouth is leaving yours, and it's trailing down your neck. "johnny," you give out a hushed whine when you feel his cock rut against your thigh. "yes, sweetheart?" you melt at his tone, possessive, owning, and desperate. yet you can't get out what you need, it's only a pathetic plea you hope johnny will understand. "mm," he hums in a satisfied way, his hand moving to the inside of your thigh. "i want you too, honey. let's go back inside, hm?"

you nod eagerly, your body aching for him. your body is burning from the inside out with a desperate desire for the man with his icy hands groping at you. your head spins as your lips connect once more, and you gasp suddenly when his teeth sink into your lip. he presses himself against you even harder, and your body quivers beneath him. the water is getting colder by the second with the moon creeping into the sky, but it doesn't quite register with you and your feverish arousal that the temperature is dropping rapidly. it doesn't feel quick enough, but you're practically running to keep up with his long strides back to the house. you brush against bam, his eyes wide as he looks at you, and then at johnny's stern expression, and he yells something unintelligible to johnny about getting laid. everyone is staring, you can tell that now, and something in your stomach churns into more excitement as you can tell they know exactly where you're going. "i’m gonna be doing the laying, actually." he quips with a sly smirk and a wink to you.

the door of your bedroom is slammed behind you, and then before you can breathe you're pressed against the door with johnny's knee between your legs.

"fuck," you gasp out, grinding down onto him. "need you."

he lets out a quiet growl, feeling your warmth on his thigh, "need you too, princess. c'mon." he lifts you up onto his hipbone, and easily placing you onto the bed like paper he begins to tug at your jean shorts. you're so helpless underneath him; his tall, strong being looming over you. he's staring at you like you're his prey, and he's finally got you in his captivity, even tho he knows he had you all along. he brings his head down to bite your lip again, kissing you in such a romantic way made everything he was doing feel even dirtier. his lips make their way down your neck and down to your abdomen, claiming you as his with love bites wherever his teeth could sink. you whimper under him when his hot breath ghosts over your cold thigh. he places soft kisses along the inside of your thighs up to your bikini bottoms, his other hand gripping onto your hip to keep you still. he kisses up to your clit, making you shudder. he grins mischievously, his thumb caressing your pelvic bone while he kisses up the waistline. sliding them down, he places even more sloppy kisses before flicking along your clit with his tongue.

you let out a quiet whimper as his warmth continues to envelop your most sensitive areas. before you can even begin to catch your breath, his finger is sinking into you, pressing into you harshly. "oh, fuck. oh, god," your voice is raising and you quickly cover your mouth to muffle your desperate moans.

"no, no, honey," and he's grabbing your wrists and pining them above the bed. "let them hear you, i need them to hear you." he demands, and instantly you let out a small whimper as if on command. his fingers quicken at your noise, and his lips are against your ear sending shudders through your body like his breath was electric. "who makes you feel good, doll?"

"you." you're gasping out, eyes rolling back as he presses into your g-spot.

"who, baby? who's touching you, hm? tell them who's making you feel good." he continues, and you can feel your orgasm creeping up.

"johnny-johnny, you do, fuck you make me feel good. please, i'm so close." you cry, getting just to your climax when he pulls out his fingers. "fuck, please, please, please." you're begging with watery eyes and flushed cheeks, and he's pulling down his swim trunks, letting his cock out to press against his stomach leaving a drip of precum.

"are you ready?" he asks softly, his dark eyes sparkling when they meet yours. you nod to him, whispering out a yes as he presses himself into you. every time with him always feels just as special as your first. the way he holds you, the way he encourages and compliments you, the way he stares as if you're a precious jewel. it makes you feel warm and tingly, it makes you teeter closer to reaching your abandoned climax from not so long ago. his thrusts stay rhythmic, rocking his hips against yours at a steady pace. your body rocks with his, his moans sending sparks flying through you.

"please, please i'm so close," you beg for him once more, and his thumb goes down to flick your clit. now you're squeezing around him, all of the feeling overwhelming your senses as he's urging you, "cum, cum for me, baby. let them hear how good you feel. that's it, there you go." and with a sharp cry of his name, you reach a breathless climax. you feel cum dripping out of you, and a hand caressing your stomach. "hi, sweetheart. there you go, good job." he praises, encouraging you to come back down to him. "you did so good, make me feel so good, sweetheart." he continues, and you can feel him cleaning you up, a soft, warm towel wiping at your aching thighs.

"thank you," you whisper, a smile creeping onto the corners of your mouth. he leans in to kiss you softly, his body towering over you and his hands holding your face.

he smiles against your lips, "how 'bout a bath? or shower, hm?"

you can only nod, your throat aching in an unforgiving way. johnny leaves you to turn on the water, leaving the door open only a crack.

your head lays flat against the pillow, and you listen to the muffled voices outside.

“shit, knoxville.”

“yea, precious little thing,” the distinct drawl of your boyfriend, continuing to praise you.

the door creeks open, and johnny’s there coming to scoop you up and into the shower. “come on, princess.”

you peck his lips, laying bridal style in his arms. “i love you,” it’s hushed and soft, even though you wish the world could hear you.

“i love you.”

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johnny-coxville · 1 year

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How about a really cute johnny and female reader (she's johnnys girlfriend but she doesn't do any of the stunts) fic where they're playing with the Super Mighty Glue for the third film and one of the other guys sticks the reader and Johnny together and he's really cute with it and finds it hilarious?

Figured I might as well mix the two aspects of the asks ;P

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Johnny x fem!reader fluff

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Too Close!

The glue that rested inside the wooden drawer was saved for a rainy day. That day. Was today. Johnny opened the blinds in the bedroom, squinting at the bright sunlight. The rain beat down on the window, giving cool air through the cracks.

He turned his head to you, where you slept softly. He made his way back over to the bed and sat down. Scratching your head, and brushing the hair out of your face. You slowly woke up, greeted by a soft kiss from Johnny. You smiled and kissed his lips. Laying your head back down on the pillow. You stretched your arms and yawned.

“Time to get up sweetheart, heading to Bam’s. It’s raining so you’re being dragged along to watch a stunt. I swear it’s harmless.” He said rubbing your shoulder. You sighed. “Alright. But if you get hurt I’m not driving you to the hospital this time.” You muttered. Of course, this was a bluff you always got so scared when he’d do such a dangerous stunt.

You two got up and dressed. Johnny slipped into his blue and white long-sleeve. Looping the belt through his black jeans. Tying his signature skull and crutches Converse. You took one of his flannels, sporting a black t-shirt underneath. Leaving it unbuttoned. You never bothered putting on a raincoat.

Finishing with your shoes, he slipped his jacket on. Grabbing the hotel keycard and sliding it into his jacket pocket. Passing you the car keys, you both headed into the heavy rain. Driving through PA wasn’t your favorite thing, but at least it wasn’t California traffic.

Johnny chatted the entire way there. Finally pulling into Bam’s driveway, multiple cars had already been pulled up. You were honestly nervous. You really weren’t interested in whatever house-destroying antics they were going to get up to.

Johnny reassured you, their plans wouldn’t be putting themselves in danger. You simply rolled your eyes and got prepared to run through the rain. Entering Bam’s parents, you shook yourself dry. Being greeted by April as usual.

She led you to the kitchen where the entire gang sat. You knew this would be trouble. All sitting at the table, like rowdy little children. They greeted you and Johnny. Sat on the table were a few containers of super glue. You looked at it unsure, looking over to Johnny.

Kosick stood leaning against the kitchen counter, camera mounted on his arm. Along with a few of the other film crew, just relaxing, waiting for the action to start. You were giving quite an unsure look. What were they going to do? Glue their lips to each other's assholes? See how far they could run with glue stuck to their feet? It had to have been something extremely outlandish.

¨Don’t look too excited for this Cons.” Dave giggled. You smiled. He always called you Cons because he could never remember your actual name. Converse were the only shoes you and Johnny ever wore, so the name stuck. “Not really. I mean. It’s probably a lot better than most of the things you’ve done.” You said pulling a chair at the table.

Bam took the initiative and stood at the foot of the table. “I say Johnny and Cons do something together! She’s never in our stunts. There’s no way we could hurt her with some super glue.” Bam said pointing at you. April facepalmed. She loved you dearly, and always talked you out of a stunt, no matter how small and stupid it was.

You nodded your head. “What are your plans.” You said caving. What’s the worse that could happen? “Alright, so you’re going to want to take your shirt o-” Before Bam could even finish Johnny cut him off with a flat no. Tremaine in the corner gave a suggestion. “Wee-man and Preston first. Just to see how it works out.” He said pointing to the two guys who uncomfortably shuffled. Sighing Preston got out of his seat.

Wee-man follows behind and stands with his arms folded. Never really fond of actually having to do a stunt. “Shirt off. Both of you” Tremaine said stepping closer with his smaller camera equipment. “Fucking seriously?” Preston scoffed.

He discarded his shirt, annoyed, and stood waiting for the next move. Wee-man reluctantly removed his shirt and stood face-palming. “Wait wait wait, I wanna do the glue!” You shouted. Tremaine shrugged his shoulders. “Works with me.” He said giving the go for filming. Everyone began to shuffle into place. Getting out of their chairs. The camera began to roll.

“Hello, I’m Johnny Knoxville! And this isss Super Mighty Glue!” He said reading the name off the glue bottle. You stood with an excited smile. “Here we have two very willing and lovely participants.” He said presenting Preston and Wee-man, with incredibly annoyed faces. You snickered taking over the bit.

“Alright, Preston you’re on the bottom, and wee-man you’re on top.” You said helping Preston slide onto the counter. The guys were already hysterical. Once Preston was on the table, you lathered his stomach full of glue. It smelled awful but surely felt even more often to feel on the skin. Wee-man was assisted onto the table, Bam shoving him backward while he was trying to balance.

“Bam!” April screamed, hitting him in the shoulder. Wee-man’s ass now glued to Preston's stomach. “Hold on! Hold on! I got this.” Johnny said pulling out a stun gun. Before he could even take a few steps Wee-man started to scream and fight, painfully ripping himself off of Preston's stomach. Preston screamed in pain pushing himself off the table. Both men jumping around and screaming.

“Someone fucking lather up Knoxville. This shit hurts!” Wee-man screamed out. Johnny wanting to prove some kind of point, maybe that he was tough, laid on the table, pulling his shirt off. “Lather me up, baby!” He said rubbing his hands together.

You squeezed two different bottles of glue onto his chest, cringing at the glue glopping and running down him. You crossed around the counter cautiously not to be stuck to Johnny in some stupid way. Just as you were ready to put the glue down, Dunn hauled you up by your shirt. You couldn’t fight his grip, being picked up like some kind of toddler by their onesie. He pressed you directly against Johnny’s bare sticky body. Johnny found this hysterical, you definitely did not.

“No fucking way! Get me off of him!” You shout. Everyone laughing except April. Johnny was nearly in tears by this point laughing, carefully trying to slide off the table. Every time you tried to pull yourself off of him, he’d squeal in pain. Your t-shirt was basically infused into his skin. Your flannel awkwardly stuck to the sides of his body where glue had seeped down.

Aww’s and laughter were spread throughout the room. You rested an angry face on his shoulder as he held you against his chest. “She’s reaallyyy stuck to me, man!” Johnny said showing you off to the camera. Flopping his body around trying to detach you. “Definitely going to have to cut her off of me..” Johnny said scratching his head. Glue stuck to his fingers getting caught up in his hair.

Looking into the camera he cringed. Ripping his fingers out of his hair, he pulled hair straight from his scalp. “Yep. I’m done! Can someone just. Set my shirt on top of her hand so she can change..” Knoxville asked.

April let out a heavy sigh. “I’ve got it.” She said leaving the kitchen. Coming back with one of her t-shirts for you to wear. You kept trying to kick at his knees, nearly having Johnny buckle over a few times. Giggling each time you made a poor attempt. “I’m going to glue your beard to someone’s pubes Dunn. I fucking swear on it.” You said as April wrapped the shirt around your neck for you to use shortly.

He giggled in the corner shaking his head. Johnny carried you around the house, holding you close. You felt like a baby strapped to his dad’s chest. Once you were nearly in the bathroom you could hear the other guys hollering. Assuming one of them had continued the bit.

He closed the bathroom door and shuffled himself to the counter to grab the scissors. You let out a heavy sigh. He giggled to himself, making eye contact from time to time. “I swear I could kill him PJ” You said pulling yourself slightly back to let him cut through the fabric. Thankfully these weren’t “good clothes”. You’d be fuming.

Once he had gotten the shirt undone, he just tore the flannel off. You finally were let go, sitting on the bathroom counter. You stared at his now extremely patchy chest, covered almost entirely in your shirt. You shrugged, sliding your new shirt on.

“Pugs! Not Drugs!” Johnny read your shirt. “That’s fucking great.” He sighed trying to relax his laughter. April always provided the best shirts. Another one to the collection. Once you had managed to clean the shirt pieces off Johnny, you both walked out to the kitchen. Dunn’s beard glued completely to the side of Bam’s face.

Idiots.

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asskickedbygirl · 1 year

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Hello I have jealous Knoxville brain rot and I was wondering if you could write a Knoxville x fem!reader where the reader is bams best friend and they grew up skating together attached at the hip but Johnny is fully into the reader and she’s into Johnny (he does not see this) but he thinks she and bam are going to date because everyone thinks they would make the perfect couple. It can take whatever direction you would prefer from there I just would die for some pining jealous Knox 😭

Going Up

[Johnny Knoxville x F!Reader]

Desc: Anon covered it but I made it smutty! As in elevator sex smutty...

A/n: need to put eyeliner on johnny rn. also I'm trying to do something different in all of my smuts so they don’t get boring or repetitive to write so lmk if you like it!! comments and reblogs make my day fr <3

Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, public sex (sort of), alcohol

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Bam and you were fucking around on your boards, doing stupid tricks and just wasting time until you were called to set. You always thought it was stupid that your call times were so early when you were never really needed until the afternoon at least. Nonetheless you showed up, bored and hungover.

“Fuck I’ve almost got it.” You bitched, irritated that you couldn’t succeed in the easiest tricks when your head was throbbing from the night before. Bam laughed,

“Yeah, sure you do.” This earned him a prompt thump on the arm from your fist, your teeth grinding.

“Shut up, dickhead.” He still laughed, only holding the site of injury this time. He looked up behind you and raised his eyebrows. You spun around to see who he was looking at only to see Johnny Knoxville staring over at the two of you, quickly shifting his gaze once you spotted him, pretending he wasn’t looking.

“Hmmm.” Bam hmmmed.

“What?” You asked, skating in circles around him.

“He’s got the hots for you.”

You rolled your eyes, “You think everyone’s got the hots for me.”

“Because they do!”

You scoffed, “Your ego for me is bigger than my own. No one even asks me out anymore.”

“That’s ‘cause they think we’re dating.”

You pouted in contemplation. “I guess. Well why won’t you date me then?!” You brought your arms around Bam’s neck in mockery as you skated past him, laughing as he attempted to shoo you off. You planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek like a drunken aunt.

“You’re gross. You’re like my sister, freak.” You giggled as Bam attempted to wipe your spit off his face, arms still wrapped around him.

Johnny swallowed thickly as he observed you acting all coupley with Bam, sipping the crappy cup of coffee he got from the catering table when Ryan wandered over to him and looked to see what he was gawking at. He sighed,

“You know they’re not dating, right?” Johnny was snapped out of his daze upon hearing his voice.

He cleared his throat, “What? Oh, uh. Yeah.” He scratched the back of his head, feeling caught. He bit his lip, looking back over to you, his heart beating a little faster the wider you smiled.

“She probably likes you dude. There’s not many women that don’t.” Johnny took another sip from his styrofoam cup, eyes still on you, shrugging. Ry just shook his head, chuckling under his breath. He patted Johnny reassuringly on his shoulder and walked away, leaving him to yearn a little longer. You glanced up to see Johnnys eyes still drinking you in. You smiled and waved at him jokingly, causing his cheeks to flush as he hobbled off. Maybe he does have the hots for you after all.

A few days later you were in your hotel room applying your makeup, ready to go hit the bars after filming on location in New York. Bam and you were sharing, not the same bed but still, it didn’t help the rumours. You carefully lined your lips with liner as Bam lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, bored out of his tree waiting on you.

“The bars are gonna be fucking closed by the time we leave.” You rolled your eyes, rubbing your lips together and tousling your hair.

“It’s not even eleven yet. We’re gonna be early freak.” Bam pushed himself off the mattress,

“Fuck this, I’m leaving with Ryan it’s too late to be this sober.”

He grabbed his jacket and key card and swung the door open only to be met with a tall figure, hand raised and ready to knock.

“Johnny.” Bam spoke, leading you to snap your head to take a look at the supposed man at your door.

“Hey.” The often confident man’s voice wavered awkwardly, as if he had been caught in a trap. Bam leaned back to look at you, then back to Johnny, smiling like an idiot.

“I was about to head with Ryan, you can come if you want or uh…” Bam raised his brows suggestively, something you didn’t spot. Johnny cleared his throat and swallowed thickly, contemplating for a moment whether or not he wanted to let it out that he’d rather stay with you.

“I can stay with her while she gets ready. Bring you down if you want.” He called out to you, biting the bullet. You flicked your hair away from your face, grinning,

“Sure. I’ll be ready in a minute anyways.” Bam shrugged and left the two of you to it, Johnny stumbling in and seating himself on the edge of your bed, observing you through the mirror as you smudged some more eyeliner in your waterline.

“That looks like it hurts. Is it not going into your eye?!” Johnny gritted his teeth together while you giggled.

“I’m used to it. Here let me put some on you.” You held the eyeliner pencil between your fingers and turned to face him though his hands were already raised up, refusing.

“Oh come on! It doesn’t hurt and you can wash it off if you really hate it!” You flashed your best puppy dog eyes which ultimately worked as he simply couldn’t say no to you when you looked like that. He rolled his eyes as you grinned, moving closer to him. His breath hitched as your knees brushed against his, hands holding himself up as he leaned back slightly, eyes peering up at you. You took your bottom lip between your teeth in concentration and rested your hand against his cheek, Johnny swallowing right after. You used your thumb to pull his eye down just a tad, enough to see his waterline and went right in to apply it, accidentally poking him straight in the eye.

“Ow!” The jabbed exclaimed, pulling away from you and holding his hand over his eye dramatically.

You rolled you eyes. “Alright sorry. It was only a poke! C’mere it didn’t even get in your waterline.” Johnny was about to protest but felt he couldn’t once you pulled his face forward again forcefully, tongue poking out of your mouth as you concentrated on the task at hand.

He looked up to the ceiling and pretended the situation wasn’t incredibly uncomfortable as your raised leg kneeled on his lap in order to get the job done, face so close to his own as you tediously worked on coating his under eyes with black eyeliner. He couldn’t help but let his eyes drift to take you in, somehow you looked even more beautiful when you were in concentration. Your eyes met his and you smiled with your brows knitted together, a little unsure on why he was gawking once again. Well not really unsure, you were fairly sure. As you got back to it, Johnny posed a question,

“So you do this with Bam a lot huh?” You rolled your eyes at the insinuation of it.

“Well yeah, ever since he saw Ville with it he begs me to do it all the time. He fucks it up whenever he tries to put it on himself.” You pulled the pencil away to admire your work as the first eye seemed done.

“Looks good.” You smile, Johnny trying to move his head to take a look in the mirror but your hand pulling his face away.

“Not yet. Lemme do the other one.” You repeated your movements of pulling his eye down slightly with your thumb to do the next one, brows knitted together.

Johnny looked up to you, sunken eyes boring into your face.

“So you and Bam huh?” You scoffed, that was a sentence you heard practically everyday.

“No. Not me and Bam. How long have I known you at this stage?!”

Johnny smiled. “I dunno. You’re sharing a hotel room so.” His southern voice drawled. You continued penciling in the makeup.

“Different beds idiot. MTV’s budget must be tight this year.”

Johnny bit his lip. “So there’s nothing going on there.”

You shook your head, “Nothing.” That’s when you finished the job, pulling away to admire your work.

“Not bad huh?” This time you allowed Johnny to look at himself, standing up to get closer to the mirror.

“Christ I look ridiculous.”

You laughed, “No you don’t! This is so in right now.” You folded your arms and came up to the mirror as well to look at his face through the reflection.

“Yeah it’s in for twenty year olds. I’m old remember?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re only like nine years older than me.”

Johnny flashed you a ‘careful’ look, but you smiled it off. He looked fucking hot if you were being honest, and that little crush you had on him was coming back in full force. You bit your lip as you and Johnny stared at each other for a little too long until he bustled off to the bathroom to attempt to scrub the liner off. His efforts were almost futile, a faint black still present in his waterline.

“That’s hot! No, seriously it looks good like that.” Johnny sighed as he realised he’d have to go out with a trace of makeup on his face.

“Are girls gonna think I’m gay?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Well you’ll have me on your arm so, hopefully not.” Johnny raised his brow at you but you ignored him, grabbing your purse, ready to hit the bars.

The bar everyone was meeting at was busy and bustling, a live band playing. You and Johnny arrived together of course and hit the bar immediately to get some drinks, already far too sober compared to the likes of Chris and Steve-o. You sat together in slightly close quarters, chatting amongst yourselves. You were enjoying his company, he smelled nice and the more you drank the more flirty you got. You had already punched Steve-o square in the arm when he made a dumb comment about Johnny’s ‘new look’ and an hour later his arm was draped over you. That was until Bam stumbled over to you all, clearly very drunk.

“You have to come dance with me. Now!” He reached out and grabbed your hand, forcing you up and away from your arm candy.

“Hey!” You called out but Bam was already pulling you onto the dance floor, hands grabbing your waist to dance with you.

You reluctantly pulled your arms up around Bam’s shoulders. Sure you loved to dance but when you did with Bam and you were drunk, the rumours were only set ablaze. You tried to catch Johnnys eyes as you swung your hips, only seeing him grit his teeth and practically glare at Bam. Was he… jealous? You looked at your dance partner who was too inebriated to have any sort of spatial awareness, simply blindly moving you around. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted an attractive looking girl dancing by herself and so you hatched a plan. As Johnny continued to glare you pushed Bam off of you and practically shoved him towards the other girl.

“This is Bam!” You called out to her and she looked rather thrilled, must’ve been a fan.

As the new couple began to dance once more you strutted over towards Johnny who was now looking at you like a deer in the headlights.

“Come on. You wanna dance with me right? Well dance with me now!” You slipped your hand in his and pulled him up, dragging him behind you as you set off for the floor.

Johnny was in slight shock, his hands finding their way to your waist in a daze as you brought your arms around his neck, moving your hips with the beat. You looked up to Johnny and flashed a smug grin,

“Were you jealous Knoxville?”

Johnny blushed, laughing and shaking his head.

“So what if I was?”

You smiled even wider, taking Johnny’s hand from your waist and moving it down to cup your ass.

“You don’t need to be.”

You chewed your lip as his hands felt you up on the dance floor, not caring that people might see your skirt riding up and exposing your ass. Johnny looked especially attractive as he appeared almost flustered, cheeks burning red and eyes blown out. As the music changed you moved yourself around so your back was pressed against his chest, letting his arms drape around you and push you closer to him, feeling the outline of his dick press into your ass. You grinded to the beat of the loud music, feeling his breath on your neck and his stubble grazing your skin. It felt almost too intimate right there in the middle of all the bodies, sweaty and drunk, but god did you want him. You placed your hand over Johnny’s as it pressed into your stomach to hold you there and turned around so you could whisper in his ear,

“Wanna get out of here?”

Johnny only nodded, allowing you to lead him away from the crowds and out of the bar towards your hotel. Boy were you glad it was so close by as the desperation was radiating off of your hot bodies, clammy hands holding each other as you made your way through the streets, no talking necessary.

You both smiled politely at the receptionists as you wandered inside the hotel, trying to act as if you weren’t as desperate as you’d ever been, silently praying no stranger would join you in the elevator on your way up. Alas you were left alone, standing side by side as the doors shut. One second later Johnny flipped himself around and slammed his lips onto yours, forcing his leg between yours so they were parted and making out with you roughly. Your hands flew up to hold his face, letting out quiet whimpers as he took you with such force. His hands were already roaming over your body, fisting the fabric of the back of your skirt in his hand and pulling it up. If you didn’t know him any better you’d think he was about to fuck you in the elevator.

That’s when you felt it jolt, stopping on whatever floor you were on. You opened your eyes and pulled away from Johnny’s mouth in a panic, thinking something had broken but instead you were met with his hand over the emergency stop button, manical grin on his face. You covered your mouth with your hand, half shocked but entirely bemused.

“Are you serious?!” You laughed, completely bewildered.

“Couldn’t wait any longer.” is all he said, immediately diving back in to kiss you once more.

As your skirt had already been pushed up over your ass, in fact bunched up around your waist, Johnny’s fingers were smoothly tucked into the band of your panties, waiting for the moment he could finally pull them down. He took the opportunity as soon as your hand reached down to palm him over his pants, pushing your body against the wall of the elevator at the same time. You let out a groan as you frantically unbuckled his pants, him eventually giving in and shoving them down to pool around his ankles instead.

After some more hot and heavy making out, you felt Johnny’s hard cock press into the inside of your thigh and so you took matters into your own hands, freeing the member and urging him to fuck you against the cool metal walls of the box. You moaned as he entered you, his stubbly chin grazing your neck and lips kissing the skin tenderly as he began bucking his hips forward. He dug his thumbs into the skin of your waist to hold you still, your arms wrapping around his neck to brace yourself the faster he went.

Johnny’s grunts and your whimpers echoed around the elevator, it even jolted slightly with every thrust and it almost felt surreal that heart throb Johnny Knoxville was fucking you in a hotel elevator. You hid your girlish grin in the crook of his neck, kissing and sucking on it all the while.

“You think Bam could fuck me like this?” You whispered into his ear.

Sure it was evil but god did you love provoking the men that fucked you, it just makes everything more fun. Johnny laughed, more of a ‘fuck you’ sort of chuckle but he laughed nonetheless.

“You gonna talk about Bam while I’m balls deep inside of you?”

Johnny pulled his lips away from your neck to look you in the eye, yours as blown out as his. You grinned playfully.

“Well this means you don’t have to be jealous anymore. Your eyeliners fucking hot by the way”

Johnny laughed.

“Shut up.”

He continued to fuck you hard, his thrusts only increasing in pace and his moans only getting louder along with yours. It wasn’t long until he got you to that familiar place, head leaning back against the wall as you were worked to the edge.

“Fuck I’m gonna come.” You managed to get out between pants, holding onto your breath as you felt the sensation creep forward.

Johnny continued his relentless pace until you came hurtling down, the wave of pleasure washing over you and making your legs shake. The feeling of you tightening around Johnny made his breath hitch as you brought him closer to the edge.

“Can I come inside you baby?”

You nodded, head still reeling from your orgasm. Johnny gripped your hips tightly, pushing even further into you as he came with a loud groan into your neck, the hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

The two of you remained in the same place, panting and fucked out, sweat dripping from your foreheads. Johnny’s head was still buried in the crook of your neck.

“You alright there?” You laughed, poking his cheek.

He pulled away grinning.

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

You both laughed until Johnny kissed you again, your heads all foggy.

“You know we can do this again once we’re out of this elevator right?” You pulled away once his kisses got more needy, practically ready for round two already when his dick was growing soft inside you.

He laughed as he pulled out of you, the sensation making you wince slightly.

“Sorry.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

He bent down to help pull your panties back up and smooth your skirt out after buckling up his own pants. He fixed himself up a little more before pressing the emergency stop button once again as well as another button.

“Shit.” He muttered.

“What?!”

Johnny bared his teeth.

“I accidentally pressed the reception floor.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“Christ I hope those poor workers don’t see us again.”

Just as you attempted to fix up your hair the doors opened to reveal none other than Bam Margera himself, arm sleazily hung over the same girl you threw him at on the dance floor. You and Johnny must’ve looked like a deer in headlights right then but Bam was far too drunk and oblivious to notice just yet.

“Oh hey guys!” He grinned, entering with his new chick, her hand dragging over his chest.

“Weird the elevator wasn’t working for a minute. What were you guys doing already in here, I thought you left like thirty minutes ago?” Bam asked but his face dropped once it dawned on him.

He observed the pair of you, your makeup all messed up with tangled hair, skirt all wrinkled and Johnny with his messy hair and lipstick stains coating his neck and collar.

“Oh.”

“Let’s not.” You interjected before Bam could say anything that would make your skin crawl.

The rest of the elevator ride was painfully awkward and silent, even Bam’s girl noticing the horrible tension. Once you finally reached your floor after what felt like forever Bam spoke up.

“So uhh... can we take our room or do you want to-”

“Take our room.” You sputtered, leaving the damn elevator as soon as possible and darting towards Knoxville’s room, desperate to escape.

End.

@gnarkillknoxville @jackussy420 @spoookyberry @steve-osahottie @izzaaaaaa @lovexjoe @jackassvivalabam03 @kristinee

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justknoxville · 10 months

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That’s bbg right there

#johnny knoxville #mtv jackass #bam margera #steve o #ahhhhhhh #we love this #he’s literally a psycho why would he do that to himself #ugh he is so hot i cant even #im unwell #jackass tumblr is so dead rn so i’m doing my part #jackass 3.5 #jackass forever #jackass the movie #jackass fic

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babybammargera · 11 months

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POV you’re the reckless grunge chick of the jackass crew

Always covered in bruises.

Getting scraped up and the boys covering you in cartoon bandaids (which are featured in most of your scenes at this point)

You’re like Steveo in the sense of documenting gnarly slams except you take pics with a Polaroid.

Longish nails that haven’t been broken during filming but are covered in chipped nail polish.

^Bam or Dunn probably painted them one drunk night bc they found a random nail polish at a party.

Nosebleeds from slamming are normal for you but surprisingly you haven’t broken it yet.

(as far as you know anyway)

Somehow always getting hurt in stunts when you’re paired up w Ryan or Steveo.

“Ow Ry your big ass foot went right into my ribs.”

Broke your arm within the same week Ryan did and Jeff was pissed.

He still refuses to let either of you hear the end of it.

He was also mortified seeing the two of you randomly smacking each other with your casts.

You bounce back from said injuries faster than most of the guys would.

And sometimes you pull off stunts the guys couldn’t and never let them live it down.

Annoying Spike Knoxville and Tremaine like it’s your job. Bc technically it is.

To be fair you bully all of them bc they do the same to you.

You’ve definitely tripped Dave before bc he made a sly comment as darf.

Honestly you probably need a shower but you’re still hot so.

Can’t keep up with things to save your life.

Never having clean clothes and ending up raiding all the guys luggage.

Like you’ve definitely stolen a pair of cleanish jeans from Steveo or Bam or Dunn.

And who knows how many shirts from the others.

CLUMSY

Not when it comes to stunts but outside of filming you trip on air or run into walls bc you’re not paying attention.

You’ve punched bam for laughing when it happens on more than one occasion

#jackass #cky #viva la bam #bam margera #ryan dunn #jackass headcanons #jackass imagine #mtv jackass #jackass fic #jackass headcannons #jackass hcs

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downtownbunnybaby · 1 year

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Johnny Knoxville x SNL Cast Member Headcanons

A/N: Ignore the fact the SNL cast and Jackass timeline is inaccurate. This is my fantasy, and if I want Bill Hader and Johnny Knoxville to interact...THEY WILL. This is the most self-indulgent thing I have ever written.

[Johnny Knoxville x G!N Reader]

Warnings: None. SFW.

Words: 601

The two of you hit it off instantly when he hosted Saturday Night Live. It was evident to everyone that he preferred your sketches, even pitching for you to be the second lead. Not caring that it was painfully obvious he was flirting with you.

“So, I was thinking you and Bill can—”

“Actually, can you be in it, doll?”

After the week concludes, the two of you promise to stay in contact. You’re constantly talking over the phone and flying out to each other's cities. So it’s no surprise to your SNL friends and the Jackass guys when you announce you’re dating.

During breaks, you fly down to LA, making several appearances in episodes of Jackass as a background character. Despite your longing to join in your boyfriend’s antics, Knoxville never allows you in the stunts. In fear of you getting injured.

“Can’t have that pretty face of yours telling jokes with a bruised eye,”

However, in the first Jackass, you finally appear in a stunt pranking your SNL family.

“HI! I’m Y/N, and welcome to Studio 8H,”

You and the Jackass group are running around, using shopping carts to crash into cast members’ offices.

“Dave, why don't you leave a gift for Fred on his couch,”

We all know Lorne Michaels wanted Knoxville to join the cast, so he doesn’t mind when Knox is around during the week or rehearsals. Or when you “accidentally” write sketches that are made for Johnny to be featured.

“...So you don’t want Seth to play the character or Andy. So, who do you want to play them?”

“Well…there’s one person I have in mind,”

“It’s Johnny, isn’t it,”

“No—yes, it’s Johnny,”

Both groups love your relationship.

Your SNL family adores Johnny and has also hopped on the trend of writing sketches for him when he’s around or pritching stunts for him to feature in Jackass.

“Y/N! Show Johnny this stunt I wrote for him,”

“Will, this isn’t a stunt,” Scanning the script, you laugh at the proposal. “This is five pages of you and Knoxville going on a romantic date. I’m not going to let you steal my boyfriend." Snatching the script, Will mutters about knowing him first before storming into his office. Queue Jason Sudekis and Andy Samberg tossing their text seeing you reject Will Forte.

The Jackass guys think you are the funniest person and constantly ask you to join their group.

“Come on, Y/N, leave SNL and join us,”

“No, Steveo, I would like to stay alive for my third season,”

“Your loss,” He said, swallowing a goldfish. “You can replace Knoxville.”

You convince Lorne to let Knoxville host again, and it’s the most-viewed episode of the season. The cast and writers write sketches that showcase not only you and Knox’s comedic chemistry but also romantic chemistry.

Somehow the romantic date sketch Will wrote made it into the show. Of course, Will takes the opportunity to make you a waiter that gets obliterated by food and has to fall onto tables and chairs. Knox has one hell of a time pretending to be on a date with Will—occasionally breaking character from the insanity.

In the green room, Johnny lets you know he only has eyes for you. The appreciation makes you late for your appearance on Weekend Update.

Seth makes sure to comment on your shortness of breath and disheveled appearance.

“You alright, Y/N? You seem to be out of breath,”

“Long walk.”

“It’s five feet…and you rolled over.”

Naturally, you and Johnny are infatuated with one another, despite being on opposite ends of the comedic spectrum.

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@asskickedbygirl @captainboomaray @morbidxmagic @spoookyberry

TAGLIST FORM

A/N: this is such a niche, and I'm probably the only person benefiting from these headcanons.

#johnny knoxville x reader #jackass x reader #jackass fic #jackass headcanons #cky #jackass the movie #jackass forever #bam margera #jackass mtv #ryan dunn #danger ehren #dave england #steve o #chris pontius #wee man #preston lacy #viva la bam

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dangerehrenn · 1 year

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hello hello! can i please request a fic where the reader meets knoxville at one of steve-o’s apartment parties??? i’m ready for early 2000s jackass shenanigans

anddddd i’m back!! missed u guys

this is just headcanons bc i’m sooo bad at writing fics BUT if you’d like me to make it into a fic i can definitely try :)

meeting johnny at steve-o’s house party

so you’re definitely already friends with steveo

you met him when you watched him almost break his legs jumping off something

you both hit it off instantly and he regularly invites you to the parties he throws at his place

but you’ve always been busy so you couldn’t go

until tonight

you get a taxi to steveos place and you can hear the music before you even go into the building

as you walk in, you’re almost wiped out by someone on a skateboard, but you laugh it off and try to find steve

after a few minutes of looking around and not finding your friend, you give up and make your way to the kitchen for a drink

buuuut you’re not looking where you’re going

and walk straight into someone

“you alright there sweetheart?”

you look at the man you bumped into and your jaw practically drops, causing him to laugh

“i’m johnny, you are?” he prompts

“y/n”

he’ll probably say your name a few times, testing it out

then he’ll grab a beer for you from the fridge

johnny, being the cocky bastard we all love, puts his arm around your shoulder and guides you to the sofa

you both spend the night talking, and giggling at the shit jokes he’s making

after a while, you’re both sufficiently drunk

and johnny starts to push his luck a bit

but not with you

with not injuring himself showing off for you

he’ll have a go on the skate ramp that’s fixed into steve’s apartment

and he’ll fall straight on his ass

(this was his plan all along though, he wanted more attention from you)

tell him he’s cool and he’ll give you that dorky smirk he does

maybe give him a kiss on the cheek for how stupid he was being and he’d be blushing

and it’s hard to make knoxville blush

but he’ll blame it on the drinks

eventually steve turns up

and knows immediately johnny likes you

so he’ll start teasing him, causing johnny to practically jump on steveo to shut him up

after they both calm down, and the night is slowing a bit

johnny will ask you to go on a walk with him

and how could you say no

he’ll probably walk with his arm around you (could you imagine i think i’d melt if he did this)

or he’ll grab your hand

and he’s definitely the type do the thumb thing

“i’m happy i met you tonight, y/n. the party was shit before you walked into me”

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supermightyglue · 2 years

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that cky girl

“do you ever get tired of eating shit?”

“do you ever get tired of being a bitch?”

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philipjohnclapp · 10 months

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could u do headcanons with steve-o dating reader who’s a pro skater and essentially just as gnarly as steve-o is?

love your fics btw!

Steve-O Dating Reader Headcanons

A/N: I hope this is what you wanted. No gender implied so take it as you will.

- He never would’ve thought that he would date someone just like him.

- He definitely boasts about you to the guys, and sometimes it pisses you off.

- Definitely met through Big Brother, and at first you hated his guts.

- You two have gone through so many drug binges together; and all have them have been a blast if you asked him.

- Steve-O wants to hold your hand EVERYWHERE, he’s always holding it regardless; even during stunts.

- During his rapping era he definitely wrote a rap song about you, and got you to do some rap in the backgrounds.

- Your rap was the only rap anyone found good in that whole album.

- That hurt Steve-Os ego, but you comforted him.

- When you get hurt in a stunt you usually brush it off and almost always are fine, but Steve-O gets really worried.

- He’s always there when you need him, he will drop everything and come over shit faced just to be there.

- You probably got sober first, and if not you two got sober together.

- Y’all are each others rock.

- Definitely trade burnt cds to each other.

- Steve-O and you do a lot of body shots of each other, and always involve you in his party tricks.

- You have a lot of party tricks of your own, if not more than Steve-O.

- You never fail to amaze him.

- You probably got famous first.

- Unlike Steve-O you manage your money, but sometimes you slip up and buy something outrageous.

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daisydeacks · 2 years

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Can’t Sleep

Johnny Knoxville x f!reader Johnny can’t sleep, and he makes it your problem too. A/N: NSFW. smut with plot? slight noncon if you squint but obvs would stop if you said to stop sort of thing. also could be any age Johnny but I think I was going for 4/4.5/present day Johnny when I started this

“Sweetheart.” Johnny murmured near your ear, nosing brushing against you. His arm was draped over your waist, fingers gently tugging at the hem of your shirt before they slipped under, brushing against your skin.

You mumbled something unintelligible in response, reaching around to gently swat at the man. “Stop it. ‘m trying to sleep.”

“And I can’t..” it was almost a whine as his nails gently grazed along the skin of your stomach and you giggled a bit at the sensation, swatting at him again.

“Honey, we have to get up early.” Your tired voice responded and you tried to inch away from him to no avail, your husband grabbing onto you and pulling you back against his chest to keep spooning you.

You thought that was the end of his teasing until you felt him lick his tongue at the shell of your ear, your breath hitching in your throat. His breath was hot against your skin and it was suddenly a lot harder to breathe, eyebrows furrowing as you willed yourself to try to ignore him; not give in to his games.

Johnny grinned against you, realizing his plan was working when he heard you. He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, his nose brushing in your hair before he started to inch himself down. Your shoulder. Your arm. Hand gently rubbing over your hip now, fingers digging into your skin as his hand slipped under the waistband of your sweatpants, starting to massage your hip gently.

You clenched your thighs together as you felt yourself start to ache, a bit upset your husband’s actions were working. Your eyes were still shut, still in denial.

His breath fanned over your ear once more, his voice low, “I feel you moving..” his hand dipped further into your sweats, gently rubbing against the side of your thigh as he spooned you. You could feel him hard against your ass. “How about you just tell me to stop if you want me to?” He was mouthing at the shell of your ear again before gently biting at your neck, groaning as his hand rubbed your hip. “And you’re not wearing underwear?”

“PJ..” you couldn’t help the whimper that left you at this point, eyes opening to the dark room.

Johnny shushed you, hand reaching around now, expertly delving between your thighs. He groaned again, almost gutterly, involuntarily, once he reached your already soaking core, two of his fingers swiping through your slick slit before gently starting to rub circles around your clit. You gasped, back arching against him as your eyes fell shut again.

“How are you always so wet for me so fast, angel?” His voice was strained as he rubbed himself against you, desperate for any friction. You couldn’t help but whimper again, hips rolling down against his hand. He cooed at your actions, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. “My sweet girl.”

“Please.” It was a whisper as you rolled your hips back, eyebrows furrowed.

“What was that?” He grinned against your shoulder. He pulled his hand away suddenly and you whined at the loss of contact, suddenly putty in his hands.

“I’m awake.” You gave in.

“I thought you were trying to sleep? We have a busy day tomorrow..” he bit at your shoulder with a moan as he humped himself once against you.

You suddenly took matters into your own hands and reached down, shoving your sweatpants off and kicking them down the bed, now lost somewhere in the sheets. You could feel Johnny still breathing a bit heavily now against your neck before you felt him doing the same with his boxers, the bed shaking a bit with both of your movements.

You could feel him a lot more now, leaking member hitting your ass. You quickly turned over and kissed him, hand reaching down to stroke him, thumb spreading pre-cum around his tip. He shuddered against your mouth, hips bucking into your hand before he pulled away, quickly moving himself in between your legs. You spread your legs for him with no hesitation, a choked gasp leaving you at the feeling of him lining himself up with you. He ran his tip along your slit with a shuddered sound, his other hand now gripping onto one of your thighs tightly as he started to sink himself into you.

You forced yourself to keep your eyes open, vision mostly adjusted to the dark. You could see enough to make Johnny out, hands gripping at the sheets next to you as you held your breath.

“Good?” Johnny’s voice was a bit strained as he bottomed out, the man leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. You nodded after a moment, a hand reaching up to tangle in his hair as he buried his face in your neck.

“Good.” You confirmed before lifting your hips, breath already a bit ragged. “Move, please, John-” Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as he started to roll his hips down into you, fingers tightening in his hair. You felt your toes curl as Johnny picked up his pace after a bit, a whimper leaving you as you felt him bite down on your shoulder again. It felt a bit tight, sore in a bitterly sweet way. Part of you relished in the feeling, something about it going straight to your head.

You let out a choked moan as your body became more adjusted to him, head thrown back as your eyes fell shut. Your heels were digging into the mattress, your hips lifting to meet Johnny’s thrusts. You tugged on his hair, urging him back to your face as you pulled him into a sloppy kiss, your hands holding his face as you opened your mouth to him.

Johnny had snaked a hand down while the two of you were kissing, his thumb starting to rub tight circles around your clit in time with his thrusts. You inhaled sharply at the sudden sensation, your hands moving to his shoulders as you dug your nails into his skin. He hissed against your mouth, pulling back. “Jesus, Y/N..”

“I don’t,” You shook your head, forcing your eyes open to look up at him in the dark, “I don’t know why I’m so- John-” Your hips bucked up involuntarily against him, your face flushing warm with embarrassment at how quickly you had become putty under him. Johnny returned his mouth’s attention to your neck and you could feel him grinning against your skin in-between marks and nips, his scruff rubbing against you.

It was long until you couldn’t help the babbling words of praise for your husband, head thrown back as you whimpered in between your sentences. Your thighs were trying to spread wider for him, legs hooking around his hips to keep him close. Johnny gasped against your neck as you dug your nails into his shoulders again, a guttural whine leaving you as your hips tried to roll against his thrusts once more. “So-so good- PJ,” you gasped the words, eyes starting to sting with tears, “feels so good.”

“Holy shit, sweetheart,” Johnny groaned as he thrusted into you, the sounds wet. “I don’t think you’ve been this wet before. I should wake you up more often.”

“Maybe.” You couldn’t help but laugh, one of your heels digging into his lower back. Your eyes screwed shut in pleasure as your thighs started to shake. “Oh God,” you huffed a breath, a hand reaching up to grip Johnny’s bicep tightly, nails digging into his skin. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop, please, baby, please,” you were pleading at this point and Johnny pulled back a bit to stare down at you in amazement, trying to keep his thrusts and attention to your clit the same pace for you.

He could feel you clenching and fluttering around him, could feel your wetness against his skin around his groin as well. He almost couldn’t believe it. The sight of you completely ruined under him and begging, even if it was dark. He silently wished he had turned on the bedside lamp at this point so he could see his handiwork better.

You soon felt the knot in your stomach start to tighten, and you clenched around Johnny with a silent moan as it came undone, your walls spasming around his cock as you came. It felt like waves, your head digging into your pillow as you felt yourself involuntarily clench and unclench, your legs shaking violently as your feet fell to the bed, heels digging into the mattress once again.

Johnny choked on a groan as the feeling, his hips stuttering as he felt you contract around him. He leaned back down to kiss you as he chased his own high, his free hand coming up to tangle in your hair. You whined into his mouth as he kept rubbing your clit, hands now fisting in the sheets next to you as you started to become overstimulated. Johnny gripped your hair, pulling your head to the side as he reattached himself to another part of your neck as his thrusts became a bit choppy.

It wasn’t long before Johnny was biting down on your shoulder with a moan, the feeling of his own release filling you causing you to whimper once again, his thumb slowing its assault on your clit as his thrusts slowed. His hips bucked once more as he groaned against your shoulder, his eyes shut as he tried to catch his breath. You were still panting underneath him, your body finally relaxing against the bed as he pulled his hand away from your core.

“Jesus Christ,” You muttered, a blissful smile etching itself along your lips as you brought your shaking arms to wrap around your husband best you could. You shivered as he pulled himself from you, the feeling of his release starting to drip out of you a bit. Johnny exhaled a laugh in response, allowing his own body to fall limply next to you on your shared bed before he pulled you to him. You slotted easily against his side, your head resting on his shoulder as the two of you laid in the dark, still trying to regain any composure you had left.

“You.. really got into it for a minute there.” Johnny spoke after a few minutes of silence. You looked up at him, eyes focusing on him best they could.

“I..” You trailed off, face burning with embarrassment before you rested your head on his chest again. “I really don’t know what got into me. All of the sudden all I could think of was.. was you, inside of me.”

Johnny groaned in response to your words, arm tightening around you as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “It was beautiful is what it was. All those noises you were making? God.”

You snorted a laugh against his chest, gently smacking his torso. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious. And how wet you were? Dripping onto me-”

“PJ!” You gaped, looking up at him. The man just laughed in response, grin evident even in the dark room.

“At least you aren’t that loud when we meet up at shoots. Who knows what kind of trouble we’d get into.”

“Philip John, I swear-” You were cut off by the sound of him giggling before you shook your head, resting your head on him once again. “Go back to sleep. Don’t we have to leave for the beach tomorrow?”

“Yep. Should be fun.” He pressed another kiss to your head, hand rubbing circles along your back under your shirt, “Especially if I can get you to do all of that again in the hotel-”

You groaned, hiding your face in his chest as he continued to laugh at your expense, shaking your head. It didn’t seem sleep was going to be happening anytime soon.

#Johnny Knoxville x reader #Johnny Knoxville x f!reader #Johnny Knoxville #jackass x reader #jackass fic #not hopper #daisy writes

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dunnswrld · 2 years

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Johnny talking really dirty during sex and it makes the reader blush (but she's super into it) and Johnny absolutely loves the fact she blushes?

i may have had too much fun with this. also sorry if this is like cringey my “dirty talk” isnt that good HAHA

NSFW/SMUT, dom!johnny, fem!reader, oral (fem receiving), PRAISE, dirty talk

“johnny- fuck- m’so close.”

is all you could babble as your boyfriends head was in between your thighs. his arms wrapped around your thighs to make sure you wouldn’t close them on him for being over-sensitive.

your hands tugged at his hair as you let out a string of broken moans. johnny groaned loudly from the noises that fell from your mouth as they went straight to the tent in his pants.

johnny’s tongue lapped your clit trying to help you ride out your high on his tongue. your legs gently shaking around his grapse as he kept moving his tongue. it wasn’t until your moans turned into light pants did he stop.

he pulled away from the spot between your legs and sat up on his knees. johnny wiped the mixture of spit and cum off with his thumb and then he looked down at you and saw the single greatest thing he had ever seen in his life.

you were laying on your back, your hair messy, your cheeks a bright red, your lips slightly parted, and doe eyes looking up at him as your chest rose and fell. the only thing covering your upper body being his own shirt you barrowed for the night.

“you’re the prettiest girl ive ever seen. so glad i get to make you feel good. now open wide for me sweetheart.”

johnny said as he gently pushed his thumb into your mouth. his bottom lip sucking between his teeth as he watched you gently suck his spit and your own cum off his thumb.

“there ya go, atta girl.”

a light groan escaping his lips as he took his thumb out of your mouth, a strand of silva that was connected from his thumb to your bottom lip snapping when he moved his finger far enough.

“flip over f’me sweetheart.”

you wasted no time listening to johnny, flipping over onto your stomach. a weird sensation running through your body as you realized you couldn’t see johnny anymore.

you felt johnnys large hands pull up your hips and run a hand down your back, your back arching with his touch.

your cheeks were flushed a bright shade of red as you tried to hide them in johnny’s soft pillow case with your back arching, your ass in the air practically on display for johnny. you were embarrassed to be seen in such a lewd position by someone, even your boyfriend.

but as for johnny, god he loved every second of it. he loved seeing your cheeks flush red from being so flustered by the things he would do. even though you would get so embarrassed by some of the things you did or said you always had that doe eyed look as you looked at johnny. that look that always seemed to pull him in deeper.

and those eyes along with you being- well- his girlfriend who was the hottest girl on earth to him, all he wanted was for you to know how hot you were to him, how much you really meant to him.

“love when you pose like this for me sweetheart, makes me so hard for ya.”

if it was even possible you felt your face get hotter until you felt the tip of johnny’s cock run up and down your folds. it was almost as if electricity shot through your body in that moment.

“already gettin’ worked up darlin’? i’ve barely even started.”

is what johnny babbled as he slid into you, you dug your face deeper into johnny’s pillow as a wave a pleasure washed over you. you were still sensitive from just a bit ago when johnny was using his magic touch with his tongue but that only made the pleasure more intense.

johnny began rocking his hips into yours at a slow steady pace. but this was enough to not only to make you want more but johnny to want more.

johnny began to move his hips at a faster pace, lewd sounds of skin slapping filled your room along with moans and groans. johnny had his hands on your hips, pulling you back into each of his thrusts to try and go as deep as he could.

johnny was practically running off his sex drive right now, which could explain why he was enjoying every second of the moment going on right now. he also wanted you to know how much he was really enjoying this.

“god you’re takin’ me so well- shit- feels so good sweetheart.”

“fuck you make me feel so good. i wanna make ya feel good too sweetheart, please let me.”

“you’re the best i’ve ever had.”

“ya like that? say it with your words. tell me how much you like it sweetheart.”

your cheeks were flushed a deep shade of red, how could johnny say such things and not be red in the cheeks? but you can’t say you weren’t enjoying it though, it made your stomach do flips hearing all the lewd things johnny had to say.

“john-johnny?”

“yeah sweetheart?”

“could- could you keep talking like that?”

“mm you like when i talk dirty darlin’? you like hearin’ how much i like fucking you? god gonna treat ya well, real well.”

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ethansespresso · 11 months

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steveo x gn!fem!reader

as the victim of a prank, steveo asks you for some help with the repercussions.

warning: smut (obvi), harsh language, uhh drugging

"hi, i'm johnny knoxville, and this is the viagra prank,"

the pill drops into the cup of vinegar like an alka-seltzer, dissolving into nothing.

"drop another one in!" bam shouts, johnny snickers and complies.

"this is steveo, he's about to chug this cup of vinegar." johnny grins, handing the cup off to steveo who immediately begins to down the foul-tasting liquid.

he finishes, burps, and looks at johnny suspiciously. "bro, that didn't taste like normal vinegar, what the fuck."

"what do you think we did? spike the fucking shit?" johnny laughs loudly, steveo joining in, deciding to give them the benefit of the doubt, for once. however, the easiness of the stunt was still very odd.

stunts pass quickly, time passes even quicker, and steveo is growing increasingly more uncomfortable. he's hot, sticky with sweat, extremely agitated, and his entire body is covered in a bright flush. he felt so light-headed, he wobbled just standing upright.

"you okay, o?" johnny places his hand on the small of steveos back, and steveo feels his cock twitch viciously.

steveo glares, "okay, this isn't funny, what did you put in that shit?"

johnny laughs, "viagra, two."

"what the fuck!" steveo snaps, flinching away from his friend's hand searing into his skin.

"i'm going home." his cock is throbbing, and aching, his head is so fogged he has an urge to just get off then and there. giving in, he slips his hand under the waistband of his boxers, hearing muffled, distant shouts from all around.

"steve, buddy," he feels the breath of a voice right in front of him, opening his eyes there's just johnny. "go back to your room, man, come on," leading him away from the crowd.

he storms off back to his hotel, doing his best to hide his prominent erection, clearly visible through his poor khaki shorts.

"sorry, o." johnny says softly, gently touching at his arm as he leads him into the elevator.

steveo doesn't respond, his only thought is to get to you. you'll help, you'll know what he should do.

"you'll be okay, man. you know their room number, right?" johnny says as if he's reading steveos mind.

steveo nods just as the elevator doors shut, and now he's on his own to get down the hall to you.

there's a harsh knock at your door, startling you. "hold on," you shout, walking over and peeking out of the safety hole.

just steveo. red as ever, but he was probably just hot.

working in the california heat, doing those stupid stunts, he was bound to get heat stroke.

motherly instincts kick in as they always did when it came to steveo, and you immediately swing open the heavy hotel door to inspect him.

"steve," you take a sharp inhale, giving him a once over before scooping him into your arms and into the room.

he hisses at the skin-to-skin contact, quickly escaping your gentle grasp and ripping off his shirt and shorts in less time than you could even ask him what happened.

"what have you gotten into?" you stare at him, eyes trailing down to his cock that's clearly visible through his boxers. "steve-" you're not sure how to even respond to this, taken aback by the fact that your life currently feels like some strange porno.

"i'm sorry, i'm not even sure why i'm here i just-you're the only person i thought might help me instead of make fun of me. johnny said i should come, too." he admits, your brain is racing with why johnny would have sent him *here*, to you. "the guys fucking drugged me with sex pills." his hormones are all over the place, because just a second ago he was on fire, about to dip his hand in his boxers for some relief right in front of you; yet now he's on the verge of tears, standing in front of you just vulnerable and scared. "i don't know what to fucking do." he chokes, "it feels like i'm on fire and it-my dick just fucking hurts i wanna get off on everything. everywhere-i wanna fuck, i wanna be fucked." he's breathing heavy, throwing his hands around as he speaks. "what do i do?" he begs. you gently ease him to the bed, the cool sheets sending a shiver of relief to his burning body.

"let me take care of you, babe. i got you, okay?"

he only nods in response, scooting up to the head of the bed. you crawl over him, your hands tracing his tattoos and his abs in a curious manner, just to feel him and your lips unknowingly inch closer to his. he sighs heavily, labored breaths leaving his lungs and filling the empty room with a faint noise. his skin is hot, every muscle you touch contracts with sensitivity. he's so stunning like this, he's always stunning of course, but this is different. being honest with yourself, you had no idea how to help and your brain was racing with ideas. "i should get you a cool cloth," you whisper against his lips, stopping your hand movements and looking into his glossy blue eyes. his hand reaches to wrap his fingers in your hair, unexpectedly pulling you into a feverish kiss while the other goes down to palm himself. his lips are soft, his mouth has a sour taste but it's so addicting, you can't dare to pull yourself back from him."fuck, o." you breathe after pulling only inches back, watching him finally give you that lopsided grin that won you over in the first place. he's flipping you over so you can lay helplessly beneath him, your head spinning with the ideas you had that are now being thrown into the abyss of your brain. now it was only steveo, his mouth on your neck, the static in your stomach from the way he laced his fingers with yours, and the way that your body is screaming to you that this is what you've been needing, aching for. for so long you'd been craving his touch, his body on top of yours, his hands exploring you like he was looking for buried treasure. to have it now after waiting so long was impossible to believe, except there he is, biting and sucking at your neck to finally mark you as his own, claiming you. "can i touch you?" he manages to ask through his sex fogged mind. you nod desperately, eager to feel him everywhere. "i really wanna be in you," he growls, making you shiver underneath him. "please," you respond, tilting your head back so he can access more of your neck.

"fuck you're so pretty under me like this," he praises, and you can't help but notice how pornographic he looks with his pink-tinted skin glistening with sweat, his eyes lidded, his lips parted ever so slightly. something about the way he talks to you looks at you and praises you like that makes your head spin and shivers run down your body. he pulls your shirt off, focusing his eyes on your body, his pupils growing with every passing second that he stares at your body. he looks like a starved beast, ravaging for the feast he just discovered. his mouth trails down your body, sending sparks coursing through you every time his lips make contact with your skin. he removes the rest of your clothes, intentionally ignoring your clit and tracing around your hole. it causes you to twitch, and his eyes twinkle with mischievousness as he watches you jitter in reflex to his teasing. he gives in, finally slipping a single finger into you. you buck your hips towards him, trying to get him to move, to touch, to go deeper, to do anything. you felt so hot, you want nothing more than to be fucked senseless like you always got from other people. but the way steveo took his time with you, making sure you feel good and you want him made you even more eager for him. the way he treated you-always, but especially now-with such respect, such gratitude because he gets to see you like this, he's the one that's making you feel this way. when he looks up at you, his eyes are still glossy, but they've gone sparkly. his pupils were blown wide, and only a small ring of blue was visible.

"aw, you want me to touch you, baby?" he coos, slipping his finger out while you plead for him to move with your hips bucking once more.

"yes, yes please, baby." it slips from your mouth before you can stop it-not that you were even thinking about what you said-your body is begging for him, and he's back slipping two fingers in and rubbing them gently across your spot with crinkles by his eyes, massaging you from the inside out.

"oh my god." you gasp, the feeling of him in you overwhelming in such an incredible way. his fingers work you to your edge, and he's staring at you, watching like you're his prey as you come crashing, crying out his name. you glance to him once you're settling down, catching your breath, and you notice his boxers are off and his cock is steadily dripping cum down onto the bed.

he feels you staring, blushing somehow even more than he was and scratching at his neck in a shy way. "it's the pills," he says softly.

you blink, licking your lips subconsciously and mumbling to him, "pretty-that's-yeah, uhm, that's really hot." you blink yourself out of the trance, getting to your knees and letting your tongue dart out to taste him.

"oh," he breathes out, petting the hair out of your eyes sensuously. his eyes are filled with adoration, watching you as you wrap your lips carefully around the head of his cock, easing it down your throat. "that's it, princess, yea, fuck right there." he's babbling praises as you begin to bob your head, flicking your tongue against him every so often. he thumbs your cheek, your face flushed down to your neck and chest all blossoming a sweet deep pink shade. your head feels empty and your mouth feels dumb and all that's surrounding your senses is steveo. his sharp inhales with labored exhales, the ghost scent of his body wash still lurking on his thighs and the way his hands just gently caressed your hair out of your face. it was like a fairytale, something out of one of your wild sex dreams. but no, no this was real, and the only way you knew that was because steveo was pulling you off of him, bringing you up to face level and kissing you, the taste of him just as addicting as ever. deepening the kiss, he shifts you around so you're sitting on his lap, his angry red cock slightly poking at the edges of your entrance. he looks at you, questioning for consent and you happily give him the green light. he grins that goofy, infectious grin that has you smiling too while he picks up your hips and eases you onto him. "slow?" he asks, you nod your head, anticipating the feeling of being full of the man who has owned you much longer than either of you knew. he's rocking his hips in and out, jutting against every sensitive part inside of you. "please," you can feel yourself getting close again, his hand dipping down to thumb at your clit while you toss your head with a soft cry of pleasure. "that's it, good job, baby; there you go." he encourages, watching in awe as you come crashing down once more, all because of him. the sight of you and the feeling of you clenching around him has him cumming right after, panting against your lips connecting you softly. in your cloudy head, all you can hear is how much you really, really love him. and its tumbling out of your lips while your forehead rests against his. "what?" he responds, sensing your vulnerable essence and quickly saying, "you mean that? like...that?" he blinks as you nod sheepishly. "wow," he says softly, and before you can speak he scoops your face in his hands and firmly presses his lips against yours aggressive and passionate. "i love you," he breathes with a smile.

#johnny knoxville #steve-o #steveo #jackass #smut #jackass smut #jackass fic #jackass tv show

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johnny-coxville · 1 year

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I was thinking maybe for a really smutty Johnny fic. The reader asks Johnny if he wants to try something new, she’s wants to see if he’ll cum inside her as they’ve never done that, Johnny gets super excited and super into it. With some dirty praise along the way and goofy excitement from knox ?

I'm sorry it's a bit short and not exactly on promt, but I'll gladly remaster it as soon as I'm free! Hope you enjoy it. :)

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At Last.

Johnny Knoxville x fem!reader nsfw

Time in bed with Johnny was never a bore. He always found something new to task you with. Position, praise, you name it. He made you feel good in everything he did. This time was entirely different.

You sat across from him at the wooden dinner table. A cute tablecloth laid across the table complimenting the decorations of your apartment. Johnny fiddled with the bottom of the cloth as he ate. Looking up at you every now and then to smile.

Once you were nearly finished with your plate, you paused. Taking a long gaze at him. He paused as well, his chewing put on hold. “What’s the matter?” He questioned with a mouthful of food. You grinned. “Nothing. I was just thinking about something.” You said twirling your fork around the plate.

He swallowed his food and cocked an eyebrow. “Anddd that iss?” He said with a side smile. You blushed with a small giggle. “Nothing!” You said teasing. Standing up from the table, emptying the rest of your leftover pasta into a pot. Heading to the sink to wash your dish. Johnny scooted out of his chair and followed.

He dropped his food into the pot and sat his plate on the counter. You ran the water for a moment, squirting the soap onto the sponge. Behind you, he wrapped his arms around your waist. Kissing your neck and exposed shoulders.

You leaned into his touch, scrubbing the plate in front of you. You pressed your ass out, pushing it against his crotch. “Is this what you wanted to tell me?” He said pressing himself closer. You shook your head. “Johnny.” You said softly. You purposely drew out the situation just for the thrill. “I want you to cum in me.” You said nearly silent.

His movements were still a second. “Wait… Really? He said with almost a giggle. Like a child being told they were allowed to have a puppy. “Yes, Johnny.” You said setting the cleaned plates on the drying rack and twisting the sink off.

Mere seconds passing, he spun you around. Shoving your back against the ledge of the sink. Dipping down to your face to kiss you. His hands gripping onto your waist. You kissed him back, bringing your hands up to caress your face.

You pulled back with a small. “Calm down killer. You’re hurting my back on the sink.” You said giggling. He chuckled and stepped back. Letting you adjust your back. “If I had known I would’ve worn my cute g-string!” Johnny joked.

You sneered. “I’ll pass on that one.” You said walking towards the bedroom. You could feel the excitement radiating off of him. He had been waiting for this moment for months. Johnny entered the room behind you, shutting the door. You turned towards him and backed away slowly.

Your legs hit the front of the bed. He approached, pulling the shirt off of your body. He smiled wide. A smile that was almost always plastered across his face. You reached out and pulled off his own. Revealing his toned chest. He backed away a couple feet.

“Let’s not waste time honey. I know exactly what I want, and went I want it. I want you. Now. Get those clothes off.” He said beginning to unbutton his pants. He sent shivers down your body. You did what he said, and wasted no time. Sliding down your jeans, and slipping down your underwear. Looking up, all that he was left in was his boxers.

He grabbed your waist, pulling you close to his warm body. Resting his forehead against your own. He was significantly taller than you, his head tilting down to you. He shifted his face and began to kiss you. Immediately entering your mouth with his tongue. You explored each other’s body’s like you always did.

Though the interactions were more aggressive- more- yearning. You couldn’t wait any longer. You tugged his boxers down, and he took this as an invitation to remove your shirt and bra. Both of you struggled to shimmy off your articles of clothing but now left skin to skin. The warmth of your body’s burning each other.

You two backed against the bed, hitting the edge. He smiled and gently laid you against the made sheets. Soft against your bare back. The smiles shared between you two were genuine, and full of anticipation. He inched his way on top of you finding a comfortable position.

You knew he would start out gentle, inevitably leaving you a sore mess. He clicked his tongue and grabbed a pillow from behind you. Making sure both your head and lower back was supported.

Kneeling down into you he traced his fingers around your curves. He slowly pushed himself inside. A brand new sensation you had never experienced before. Thankfully with the grown anticipation, you were unbelievably soaked. Making his entry smooth.

His mouth just barely agape as he fully entered. “Wow.” was all he could mutter. You snickered at the dorky look on his face. Though admittedly just feeling him inside of you, entirely bare, was enough to make you howl.

His arms caged around your sides as he was inches away from your face. His warm breath tickling your nose. He began to pump. A slow pace for a start, but he was never patient.

As he picked up on his pace, your eyes were locked with his. Trying your best not to change expression. Johnny pushed himself deep and hard. Grunting every now and then when he changed pace. “Does it feel good sweetie?’ He whispered, a smile still wide across his face.

You nodded your head in response, hoping for something more. Noticing your lack of expression, he pulled out of you. He took your left breast into his mouth, and your right was graced with his twiddling fingers. Switching breasts he sucked and licked you in contentment.

He pulled away from you, standing up. He grabbed at his aching cock, and gave it a pump. Biting down on his lip as he admired your body.

He reached a hand out for you to grab, not saying anything. Giving a confused look you took his help and stood off the bed. He let go of your hand and stepped away from the foot of the bed. “You’re really going to feel it now. Get on that bed and arch for Johnny.” He said stepping over to you, giving you a firm smack.

You couldn’t help but giggle, and by that point, Johnny completely lost his composure. Letting out a hardy laugh. “I can’t take this so seriously! But god you’re fucking sexy.” He said rubbing his hands together in a silly manner.

You rolled your eyes and made your way back onto the bed. You got down on your hands and knees and arched your back as far as it would give. Pressing your face into the pillow. “Thatt’s it.” He said pressing his knee’s into the bed.

As you felt the weight shift, the anticipation that was long growing in you was ready to burst. He grabbed at your waist and shifted you until you were lined up with him. He was a lot larger than you, making for easy access to his favorite parts of you. He pressed inside of you rubbing your sides.

Though this time he wasn’t going to be gentle, nor slow. He slammed in and out. Scraping his nails along your figure. Pressing his head against your side. He rocked your body into him as he kept his pace. You screamed in pleasure, soaking the pillow you rested your face on.

For the first time you had heard Johnny moaning and howling almost as loud as you. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so fucking long.” He said grasping for your hanging breasts. Squeezing one with one hand, using the other to press bruises into your side.

"I've never felt you so soaked. You really wanted this huh? I bet you've wanted to feel my bare dick sooo fucking bad." He said with a strained laugh.

You grunted in response. Finding it hard to hang onto your breath. "I'm going to make sure you're fucking dripping with my cum baby." He said squeezing you harder.

Neither of you lasted very long. Screaming each other's names, almost drowning out the wet sounds of you both. As he nearly came to his edge, he bit into your shoulder. Making you cry out in painful pleasure.

“I’m going to fucking cum..” He grunted, pressing himself as deep as he could. As he hit your sweet spot, you thrashed in pleasure. Needing to be held still as you screamed. You could feel his hot cum filling you, a strong pressure making you feel even more full.

He didn’t stop until you were overfull. Pulling out you leaked cum. Your ass was covered in handprints, and your pussy was swollen. Though it was the most satisfaction you had ever felt. “I’m so glad I had been saving that. If I had any idea you were planning this I would’ve made it much more special.” Johnny said heading into the closet for a towel. “Rammed you harder than any bull that’s ever rammed me.” Johnny giggled. You sighed with a laugh. Relaxing your back, and laying on your stomach. Your body throbbed, but god. It was so worth it.

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asskickedbygirl · 1 year

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I have no idea if requests are open but… perhaps a sub!Knoxville for the New Year?? Love your writing 😍

In Charge

[Johnny Knoxville x F!Reader]

Desc: Johnny has been trailing you around at work all day, desperate for your touch. You deal with him when you finally get home

A/n: Sorry for being so late... anyways my return fic its been like what? two weeks? Also ty anon! happy very belated new year to you too!

Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, edging, oral (F!Receiving) , sub/dom dynamics

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“I need you” Johnny whispered in your ear, taking your hand and bringing it down to feel his crotch before you tore it away.

“I’m working PJ.” You placed your headset back over your ears, pretending you had something so much more important do to, stomping off to find Jeff.

Sure you could’ve taken a quick break to help your boyfriend out but what was the fun in that when you could see him all whiny and desperate for your touch for the whole day? Every time he spotted you alone, scanning over your clipboard and talking to various crew members about production issues he’d hobble over like a lost puppy, pleading with you to suck him off or to let him fuck you in his trailer. It was like when he got horny he turned into a whimpering mess, like a teenager who hadn’t jerked off in weeks. Despite his compulsive pleading you’d never give in, only working him up until you could deal with him when you got home.

“PJ if you don't stop coming over here and begging me to fuck you you’re getting nothing when we get back. Do you understand?”

Johnny looked down at his shoes shamefully.

“I’m harder than Portland cement sweetheart. What am I meant to do?”

You looked around to make sure no one was paying you mind before tugging Johnny’s chin up to face you, angry look in your eyes.

“Don’t come til I can deal with you then, since you want me so bad.”

Johnny groaned, realising he really had pulled the short end of the straw but you were off again before he could verbally protest/throw a toddler-like tantrum. Sex with you made him eager for it whenever he possibly could, something that became a blessing and a curse.

It was a long day of shooting after that ultimatum, Johnny screwing up the simplest lines when his mind was clouded, whether his hard-on had subsided or not. You revelled in watching him get all flustered and frustrated, knowing it was your doing though the cast and crew were not too thrilled about the extra time spent reshooting over and over.

Eventually the end of the day came and Johnny practically ran three red lights trying to beat the traffic, his grip on the wheel tightening as he shot you nervous side glances, trying to determine what he was in for. Your expression remained stone cold, eyes fixed on the road ahead, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

Once you arrived at the house and made your way to your bedroom, you instructed Johnny to sit on the bed as you sat on the armchair in the corner, crossing one leg over the other.

“Aren’t you gonna come over here?” He asked, brows knitting together in desperation.

“Take your clothes off.” is all you responded with, leaning back and getting comfortable while your boyfriend stripped off until he was completely bare, appearing a little abashed.

“Am I the only one getting naked tonight?”

You bit back a grin.

“Maybe later, have to see if you’re good first.”

Johnny sighed, leaning back on his arms as he awaited your input.

“You can touch yourself.”

His brow quirked before he spat on his hand and reached down to pump his already hardening cock slowly, eyes locking into yours with deep-set lust. You admired him as he pleasured himself, thumb swiping over his tip just how you would.

“Wish it was your hand. Or your tongue.” He spoke lowly, never ceasing eye contact.

“Too bad you were nagging me all day. Maybe if you weren't so desperate it would be me making you feel good.”

Johnny shook his head at your snarky reply, hand beginning to pick its pace up.

“So what's the punishment here, I jerk off in front of you while you squeeze your thighs together?”

Nothing slipped past that man. You rolled your eyes, hands finding themselves tugging your shirt off, your bra remaining on.

“Well that's something to work with.” Johnny bit his lip, jacking off even quicker at the sight of you a little less clothed.

You could tell by the way his breath hitched and the pumps became erratic that he was close.

“Don’t come.”

“What?” Johnny croaked out, panting.

“I said.” You leaned forward and reached around your back, unclasping your bra and letting it fall off your chest,

“Don't come.”

Johnny’s face fell as soon as he realised what you meant.

He let out an exasperated sigh as he worked himself to the edge before pulling his hand away, squeezing his eyes tightly while feeling the orgasm die away.

“Good boy.”

“Don’t.”

You giggled, that was never a nickname Johnny appreciated.

“You’re such a bitch you know that?”

“Awww but you love me.” You fake pouted.

Johnny rolled his eyes, leaning back on his arms.

“I’d love you a little more if you’d help me out.” He nodded down to his erection, red and angry, a pleading look in his eye. You smirked before unbuttoning your pants and shimmying them off, Johnny catching an excited grin. He bit his lip and appeared as smug as ever as your pants were discarded, you leaning back into your chair.

“Go again.”

Johnny’s face dropped once more

“You’re fucking with me doll.”

You smiled, shaking your head as your boyfriend groaned, returning his hand to his cock.

“See you’d do anything I’d tell you wouldn’t you?”

Johnny angled his hips upward and let his mouth hang open a bit, eyes never leaving yours.

“Anything.” He murmured, shaking his head.

You reached your hand down to rub yourself over your clothed clit, Johnny’s eyes flicking immediately down to examine your movements. He released a strained moan as he got himself closer to the edge for the second time, your display offering a helping hand.

“Don’t come.”

Johnny rolled his eyes, his hand not ceasing.

“I know the drill baby.”

Your fingers moved faster to match Johnny’s, your orgasm looming over you. Eventually the both of you almost made it, about to tip over but promptly removed your hands and fingers as soon as the other did. Matched noises of annoyance were heard followed by synced pants. Johnny looked over to you, his eyes dripping with pure lust.

“You gonna let me touch you now?”

You bit back a grin, nodding him over as your eyes hung low. He pushed himself off the bed and walked over to you, tall body looming. He bent down and kissed you, your lips locking together before he sleazily slipped his tongue in. As you sloppily made out you began pushing his shoulders down, urging him to get on his knees which he complied in doing. You pulled away from each other, Johnny’s hands now rubbing the sides of your thighs, fingers looping under the band of your panties.

“If you do a good job I’ll fuck you.”

Johnny slipped your underwear off of you.

“I always do a good job.”

You pulled his head up from his hair to stop him from diving in.

“Don’t be so cocky or you won’t come today.”

Johnny sighed.

“Yes ma’am.”

Light kisses were littered along your inner thighs, little kitten licks added to some before he was at your heat, glancing up at you as he latched onto your clit, sucking softly. You bit your lip as your breathing increased, fingers dragging through Johnny's scalp. His mouth moved down to your entrance, adding more tongue while his nose pressed against your clit.

“You’re already soaking.” He murmured into you, the hot breath adding even more pleasure.

Your hips bucked forward into Johnny’s face the faster his tongue moved, fingers beginning to sneak up, rubbing through your folds. You continued your steady strings of moans as a finger pushed into you, Johnny’s lips latching back onto your clit to suck. You tugged his hair as he added another finger, moving them in and out as fast as he sucked.

“Fuck baby.” You threw your head back, Johnny's eyes flicking up to look at your expression, smiling smugly against your heat.

His cycle of fingers and tongue quickened until you were worked to the very edge, your eyes shut tightly as you focused on coming on your boyfriend’s fingers. You released with a load moan, hips involuntarily bucking forward against Johnny as you did so. Johnny’s fingers continued for a moment before slowing to a stop, letting your clit go with a pop and removing his soaking digits.

You bit your lip as you looked down at your boyfriend, taking his wrist in your hand and moving his fingers towards his lips, pushing them into his mouth so he could taste you. His drooping eyes were locked into yours as he sucked them dry, whimpering quietly. After you figured he’d had enough you pulled his fingers away from him, instead swiping the spit that coated his soft lips around them with your thumb and leaning down to kiss him. You kissed for a few seconds before standing up, pushing Johnny to his feet as well before shoving him back down to sit down on the armchair, straddling him as his eyes glimmered with glee.

“Fucking finally.” He whispered, smiling smugly as you sat yourself down just in front of his cock.

You extended your hand wordlessly, Johnny catching the memo and promptly spitting on your hand, allowing for you to pump his rock hard length for a few moments. Johnny bit back the moan that was brewing in his throat, head pushing against the back of the chair trying to suppress his pleasure.

“I think you made me wait too long. I’m gonna come in T-5 seconds.” Johnny moved your hand away to stop you bringing him any closer to the edge that was already so near.

“You can take it.”

You pushed yourself up onto your knees and positioned Johnny’s cock so it was right at your entrance, tracing it through your folds for a moment before sinking down, earning a moan from both parties.

Johnny’s hands on your waist tightened, head lulling forward onto your tits as he braced himself, the feeling of your cunt too orgasm-inducing to bear.

“It’s always like it’s the first time with you.” He laughed, eyes shutting tightly.

You pulled Johnny up from his hair, forcing him to look up at you.

“It’s alright, we all gotta lose our virginity at some point.”

Johnny scoffed, rolling his eyes as you laughed.

“Would a virgin eat pussy like that?” He kissed your nipple as he stared up at you before you sunk down again, building a slow rhythm.

“Stop being so cocky. Who’s in charge here?”

You furrowed your brows as you quickened your pace in an effort to derail Johnny's snappy comments even if they turned you on. Your means were successful as Johnny’s eyes shut once again, mouth falling slightly agape.

“I said-”

You moved forward to whisper into his ear, grinding against him while fully bottomed out.

“Who’s in charge here?” You uttered, hot breath sending shivers down Johnny’s spine causing him to let out a low groan.

“You.” He croaked out, voice strained from pleasure.

You hummed in approval, kissing the shell of his ear as you switched back to bouncing on his cock, the change of speed forcing Johnny’s eyes shut. You revelled in the sensation of being filled up as well as your boyfriend’s contorted expression. The closer you came to coming, the tighter you squeezed your cunt, eliciting a desperate moan from Johnny.

“Fuck I’m gonna come doll.”

You kept up your bouncing even when the squeeze of Johnny’s fingers into the skin of your waist was a sign to how close he really was.

“Hold on for another minute baby, I’m close too.”

You pushed the hair off of Johnny’s forehead as he released a disappointed whimper. Having already been edged that night he was not looking forward to waiting any longer. Lucky for him, the feeling of his tip pressing into your g spot was hurtling you towards your orgasm, your hands digging into Johnny’s neck and increased moans giving a warning. The band in your stomach finally snapped, Johnny having to buck his hips up into you to chase his own impending orgasm. As you convulsed, the after effects of your big finish washing over you, Johnny came inside of you, the groan he let out being long and much needed. He held your hips down, not letting go as you felt him paint your insides, coming for at least ten seconds.

“Jesus that was a big load.” You smirked, Johnny burying his head into your chest.

“Fuck off.” He mumbled.

After a minute of silence you got off of your boyfriend’s lap, trailing off into the bathroom to clean yourself up, leaving him to lay fucked out on the armchair.

“You know when you're following me around and begging me to fuck you in future, it won't end like this.” You called out, a hint of sarcasm in your words.

“I know.”

Johnny sighed, moving himself from the chair to planting his stomach flat on the bed, bare ass out in the open. You laughed as you re-emerged.

“You know it’s only like seven o’ clock right?”

“G’night.”

End.

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