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ironmansuuucks · 6 months

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Repost becuase I fucken love this one and I’m thinking about doing a part 2 (a year fckn later I know - shocking)

Stay tuuuneeedddd

Don’t make yourself comfortable

Johnny Knoxville x Reader

Part 1: reader makes Johnny jealous and he returns the favour

Warnings: alcohol?

Ello ello this is my first time writing for this Tennessee motherfucker so any and all feedback is needed and some insight in what I should do for part 2!

Words: 1600 (not really proof read I’m sorryyy)

You brought it on yourself really. You could feel the heat rise in your face with jealousy as you glared over at him, leaning against that stupid juke box flirting with those two stupid girls.

See, you and Johnny had been secretly getting together recently. Between the stolen glances on set, the flirting behind the camera and the drunken nights you ended up in his bed; you were falling for this cowboy Casanova. The way you both would stay up and giggle to one another as you lay by his side, his fingers lazily dragging up and down your side, getting drunk on his all too familiar scent and listening to that gruff chuckle of his. You would look forward to going to set every morning, hoping that maybe you would both steal a quick kiss in a corner somewhere that no one could see you both. And you loved the way you could feel his eyes on you when you were pottering about getting things ready, him undressing you with every move.

The guy sent you butterflies whether you liked it or not. However, tonight you thought you were clever. Steve-o, your best friend, knew about your feelings for Knoxville and never stopped the teasing. Him being ‘the best wing-man’, his words not yours, decided to dare you to get a free drink from a random guy at the bar knowing this would drive his poor friend wild.

After Steve-o dared you, your eyes darted to Johnny, who was staring at you darkly. His eyes piercing into you reading ‘don’t you dare’. His brow low. You stared back. Your eyes gleaming, raising one eyebrow reading ‘watch me’. The liquid confidence guiding you. You stood up, pulling up your jeans and shaking out your hair winking in Johnny’s direction before shaking Steve-o’s hand, “done. And once I win you buy the drinks all night”. Steve-o laughed that all too familiar, scratchy chuckle and shook your hand knowing Knoxville was going to go nuts. “Deal”.

Off you went, flirted with poor Luke at the bar, who eventually bought you a shot and some fruity cocktail. You could feel the burn off Johnny’s eyes on you the whole time. Especially when you felt Luke lay his hand on the lower half of your hip, rubbing circles there. When you returned to the table, the boys all cheering you on, Johnny was nowhere to be seen.

So yeah, it was entirely your fault. It was your own doing. But that wasn’t going to stop you from being pissed at Johnny for flirting with those girls. Your glare moved from Johnny to Steve-o who was laughing at you. It was also his fault you decided.

“aw come on man, you didn’t have to agree to the dare” Steve-o laughs, nudging your shoulder. You rolled your eyes “aw piss off dick”. He laughs again before his attention is dragged away by Pontius handing everyone shots.

You took your shot off the tray and let your eyes trail back over to the dick in the corner by the juke box. You huffed, cursing to yourself as you watched him.

Then one of the girls took off the obnoxious pink cowboy hat she was wearing and placed it on Johnny’s head, brushing her whole body up against him. You could see him laugh, adjusting the hat on his head with one hand as the girls started dragging him on to the dance floor with his other. He then turned his head, looking straight at you. He was gleaming with mischief. His eyes staring straight in yours, his eyebrows raised as he started to sing the song that was playing, being pulled on to the dancefloor.

You rolled your eyes, boiling with anger and jealousy. ‘fuck him’ you murmured to yourself as you downed the shot, then proceeded to get up. Steve- looked up at you as you gathered your jacket and bag. “ay ay wow where you going?” he questioned, his brow furrowed like he was annoyed, pulling on your hand to stay. You glared down at him “home” you replied sternly, pulling your hand bag over your shoulder.

Before you could even move one step you felt someone grab your hand, pulling you towards them. Whipping your head round you see Johnny, pink cowboy hat still on his head, slightly swaying to the music. He pulls your hand up, attempting to twirl you but you’re having none of it and halt yourself from spinning, absolutely fuming at him.

“Where you going baby?” he says in the goddamn sexy southern tawng, still trying to get you to dance, which is infuriating you more. “don’t ‘baby’ me Knoxville” you point back, pulling your hand away from him.

“come dance with me darlin” he offers, taking the hat off his head and putting it on yours, trying to take your bag off your shoulder. You swat him away and place the hat down on the table next to you. As you do, you notice you have a slight audience being made up by the jackass team. You swing back looking at Johhny who is pulling your hands trying to get you on the dance floor but you pull away from him. “go and dance with your new friends” you sass, having to shout slightly over the loud music. He puts both his hands up to his heart and feigns being hurt. You roll your eyes and turn to the table behind you “I’ll see you guys on set, Monday” you smile, shooting Steve-o a ‘I’ll see you tomorrow’ look. You hear them all groan at you leaving but you’re too pissed off to care.

Turning back to Johnny you scowl at him, shaking your head slightly, pushing past him to get to the door. Johnny sighs and downs the rest of his drink before saying a quick goodbye to the Jackasses sat round the table, who all cheer and shout at him to chase after you.

He grabs your hand as you try to leave but he doesn’t pull you back, he follows you to the exit, putting his hand on your lower back, guiding you. You huff, glancing up at him with your brows, scowling. He looks down at you and throws you that shit eating grin before pushing the door open at the exit.

“you can think twice about getting in a taxi with me Knoxville, no chance” you laugh, hailing down a taxi. He’s stuck to your side like glue, no matter how you try and move away from him. “oh come on darlin, my keys are still at your place last night and there ain’t no way I’m letting you ride these taxi’s yourself. Don’t know what kinda creeps are out there”.

You scoff, pushing his chest. “oh I know, I know fine well the creeps out here wearing pink cowboy hats and red check shirts”. The taxi pulls up next to you and Johnny opens the door for you to get in “oh you don’t mean that. You’re just jealous sweetheart, I know you’re into me. And that’s real cute honey”.

You clench your jaw. He’s not wrong, but the smugness is going to earn him a slap once you get out the taxi.

The ride back to yours is silent. Johnny glances over at you every now and then and you can feel him eyeing you up and down, but you continue to look out at the dark of night, hoping that he can’t see you blush under his gaze. You were still mad at him, even though you were hoping he would spend the night at yours.

It's still silent as you walk up the stairs of your apartment complex, but he’s so close to you. You can smell the liquor and cigarettes off him. Its intoxicating. Like a drug.

“You can come in but don’t make yourself comfortable grab your keys and head out” you break the silence, throwing your keys on the counter, he closes the door behind you. You head into the kitchen for a glass of water, and you hear him throw himself down on the couch, sighing.

‘The nerve of this man’, you mumble to yourself as you storm through to him. “I said don’t make yourself at home Johnny, you’re pissing me off”. He throws his head over the back of the couch running his hands over his face “I’m pissing you off?” he snarkily replies. You put a hand in your hip “yeah, you’re pissing me off” you raise your voice more.

He throws his hands up in the air, exasperated “you’re the one that fucken started it!”.

You sigh. He’s right and you know it. You pout slightly. Cheekily replying “so” as your eyes wander up his slightly exposed torso. His head jolts up, an aura of smugness around him. “So?” he repeats. Getting to his feet, sauntering over to you. “so… you get to just make me sit and watch you flirt with other guys.. as I sit and get wound up about you..” he's so close. His raspy, alcohol abused voice seeping right into you. “… and I’ve to do nothing about it?”

His fingers brush your chin, moving your head up to look into him, meeting his bedroom eyes. You swallow. His head moves closer to you, his lips almost touching yours. You tilt your head to meet him but he pulls away.

“but hey..” he shrugs “tu casa ain’t me casa…” he picks up his keys from the table and heads towards the door, brushing his fingers through his hair. “I’ll see you on Monday sweetheart” he winks.

You roll your eyes, admitting defeat. “Where the fuck you going Knoxville?”

This could go one of a few ways from here…

***OK LISTEN… I haven’t finished this because I’m unsure whether or not to go a wee bit smutty on the next part….? If that’s what the people want then please let me know. If not I’ll write another part of this which doesn’t involve any smut.

#johnny knoxville x reader #knoxville #johnny #jackass

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ironmansuuucks · 8 months

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ironmansuuucks · 8 months

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my fave lil thought is that in go3 Crowleys hair will be black.. for reasons we all know too well x

#good omens #crowley #aziracrow #aziraphel #go3 speculation

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ironmansuuucks · 10 months

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Love love love love

A Little Something

A/N: So apparently I'm on a bit of a streak right now. And so casually this morning I've decided to post this little blurb I wrote last night about Husband Taron. It's a tonne of domestic fluff with a smidge of smexy chat.

The soft melody of You Got a Hold of Me danced from the speaker in the bedroom to the bathroom where Taron stood inspecting his beard post shower. His hands shifted the hairs around so that he could see what it looked like properly and he sighed.

‘What’s wrong?’ you asked from your seat on the counter. You’d insisted on slipping into the bathroom while he was showering just to chat to him. But sitting there had turned into Taron serenading you to the songs that came on your shared playlist, singing sweetly and drawing heart shapes in the condensation that settled on the shower door.

‘My beard is so patchy,’ he said, exasperated and ready to shave it off. ‘I’ve never seen a beard so patchy. Can’t be a proper man with a beard this patchy.’

‘Nuh uh,’ you shook your head, raising a hand to cup his jaw delicately. ‘It’s the manliest beard I’ve ever seen. Proper lumberjack beard.’

Taron laughed and moved to stand between your thighs, caressing them gently as he leaned forward to kiss your lips tenderly.

‘You’re funny, you know that?’

‘I try to be.’ Your hands moved to play with the top of the towel he’d wrapped around his waist, teasing his hips softly. ‘You’ve got a lot of trust in that towel. Looks like it could fall at any given second.’

‘Don’t pretend like you wouldn’t love it if it fell.’ He smirked at you, shaking his hips and moving his arms in the air at his shoulder. ‘It was only an hour ago that you were all over me, begging for me to let you cu-’

Your finger pressed tightly against his lips, your mouth open in amused shock. ‘If I remember rightly, you weren’t giving any pushback at all. In fact, I vividly remember you grabbing the backs of my thighs to push me into the mattress so you could have your way with me. My thighs are bloody killing now. My mum’s going to ask why I’m walking with such a limp.’

‘Tell her you went to the gym yesterday or something. It was a workout after all,’ he teased, brushing his nose against yours. ‘A workout I would happily repeat again right now if we weren’t in such a rush to get ready. Reckon you could blow off your mum?’

‘Sorry babe,’ you giggled, cupping his jaw to kiss him softly, letting your lips linger just a little. ‘Also, she knows I don’t go to the gym. And I’m her innocent child and you’re making it incredibly hard to be that way around her, sir ‘it was a workout’.’

‘Innocent? Darling, you were screaming for me to go faster, harder, right there!’ He jokingly mimicked the way you’d been screaming earlier that morning and your head fell to his chest, embarrassment flooding your entire body.

‘You’re a menace.’ You looked at him again, stroking the facial hair that was annoying him. ‘Are you going to shave or are you going to walk around looking like a hobo all day?’

‘I thought you said I was a lumberjack?’ He pouted. ‘And now I’m a hobo? Disgraceful.’

‘You are a sexy lumberjack hobo,’ you laughed, blindly grabbing the can of shaving foam from behind you to pass to him. ‘But you want to shave.’

‘Now, I would shave but my arms are so sore from earlier on. You see, my wife had me holding myself up for so long as she…you know.’

‘Give me the razor,’ you sighed through a smirl, ‘I’ll have your face for you.’

Taron gave you the razor and you put it on the counter next to you, snapping the cap of the shaving cream off so that you could squeeze some onto the palm of your hand. Wanting to take your time, you spread it over the lower half of his face slowly and bit at a time, feeling the spiky stubble under your fingers with each motion.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ you whispered to nobody. ‘So, so beautiful. Kind of wish you didn’t have to shave for work.’

‘Why? Because it makes a good seat for you?’

‘You are a child! That’s not the only reason.’

Taron’s eyebrows lifted and you took a break from smearing the white foam over his face. The shaving cream was a soft contrast to the harshness of his facial hair but it made the tips of your fingers tingle after a little while.

‘You had stubble a little shorter than this on our wedding day,’ you said, smiling fondly at the memory. ‘I don’t know, I guess every time you have it I remember walking down the aisle and it makes me all soft and mushy inside.’

Taron leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to your lips, chuckling when he pulled away. The area around your mouth was covered in white foam and it tickled the underside of your nose. But you didn’t wipe it away. You left it there as you picked up the razor and began to shave with the grain.

He kept trying to dance to the music that played, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs as he pressed into you more. With every song that came on, he danced more, moving his head to the beat of the music and making your lines against his face squiggly.

‘Babe, you need to stand still or I’m going to nick your skin and you’re going to bleed.’

‘I’m sorry. But the music is getting me. You know I can’t help it.’

‘Fine,’ you said, gripping the back of his head firmly but gently so that you could hold him in place. ‘You really are a child today.’

‘You love it.’

‘I love you, more than anything. Always will.’

He leaned forward to kiss you again, but you didn’t let him, continuing to pull the razor down his face to smooth it out, running your fingers against the skin with each pass to make sure that you hadn’t missed a spot.

‘It’s your fault if this comes out patchy,’ you chuckled, pecking his lips once.

‘It can’t be any more patchy than it was before.’

‘You don’t know my abilities.’

He laughed, finally standing still and letting you move his head however you needed so that you could do a good job, the blades of the razor cool against his warm skin.

‘Ohhhh we’re halfway there, ooooohhh we’re living on a prayer!’ He sang suddenly, dancing proudly against you.

‘Would you just stand still?’ You laughed, kissing him once more.

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ironmansuuucks · 10 months

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Absolutely in LOVE with this

A/N: I don't know where this came from, or why I felt the need to write it, but here we are. I hope you enjoy this little stop gap before I next post after I've finished my Master's dissertation. I haven't edited this properly because I don't have the energy right now so please excuse any mistakes in it.

Word count: 2.2k

‘Can you come over?’ You asked, lips protruded into a gentle pout. The bedroom was dark and quiet, and the bed was cold and lonely. All you could bring yourself to do was stare at the ceiling as hope that sleep would soon settle itself upon you. ‘Come over and cuddle me.’

‘Babe,’ he sighed softly, so softly that you could see the toying smile at his lips as he did, ‘you know I can’t do that.’

You blinked slowly. ‘Who made that rule? It’s such a shit rule. Like, who is society to tell me that I can’t cuddle my fiancé? You realise how fucked up that is?’

Taron chuckled on the other end of the phone and you could just about hear him gulp down a sip of what you assumed would be a beer. ‘Some traditionalist years ago. Said it was bad luck to see one another, or whatever they say it is anyway.’

‘Exactly!’ You exclaimed before clapping your hand over your mouth tightly, hoping that you hadn’t woken anybody in the house. ‘We aren’t traditionalists. We’re far from traditional. Please come over, Taron. I will get on my knees and beg if I have to. I miss you.’

‘It’s been five hours, Y/N.’

‘The longest five hours of my life.’

You let yourself slide down your bed until your head rested against Taron’s pillow, his scent enveloping you beautifully. The house was quiet. Too quiet. Your mum and best friend had gone to bed a couple of hours prior, telling you that you needed to go to sleep yourself so that you weren’t tired the following day. But you weren’t tired. You were running on so much adrenaline that your brain simply wouldn’t shut off.

‘I miss you too,’ he whispered quietly. ‘If Madeline sees me then we’re both going to get it in the neck. You are aware of that, right?’

‘She doesn’t have to know.’ You smirked to yourself, knowing that you’d gotten your way and that he would be on his way to the house any minute. The muffled sounds of him shuffling around the hotel room and tripping over something made you chuckle gently. ‘I’ll sneak downstairs for a glass of water and let you in through the back door so neither of them hear. Then, we’ll come up to our bedroom, lay in bed, sleep, and set an alarm for stupidly early and sneak you back out so that neither of them see.’

‘You’ve got it all planned out, don’t you?’ He laughed.

‘I can’t sleep in this bed without you. And if I don’t sleep then I’ll be shattered tomorrow and Mads will ring my neck.’

The line went quiet and then you heard the click of a hotel door lock. ‘I’ll text you when I’m outside?’

‘Or you could stay on the phone to me and we could talk? We haven’t done that in a while.’

‘We haven’t.’ You could hear the smile in Taron’s voice as he spoke, and you could just about make out the faint sound of the lift bell when it got to him. ‘I remember when we first started talking and we’d talk while you drove to and from work. That feels like such a long time ago now, doesn’t it?’

‘It does,’ you agreed. ‘Sometimes I would just go for a drive so we could call because there was something about talking to you while driving that did this thing to me.’

‘Did a thing, did it?’ Taron smirked. ‘What kind of thing?’

‘Taron I swear to god, get your mind out of the gutter,’ you giggled. ‘You know that driving relaxes me.’

‘I do…’

‘Well talking to you relaxes me too. So driving and talking to you was like this wave of peace that washed over me. It still does. My entire body just goes limp when we’re talking. But in the best possible way.’

You heard the engine of Taron’s car start and your body tensed eagerly. ‘I can’t believe you would go out just so we could talk. Where did you go?’

‘Sometimes I just drove and parked up at the side of the road somewhere,’ you confessed. ‘Other times I would drive to the shop and then walk around aimlessly for an amount of time that seemed appropriate before I drove home. Then every now and then I would go for food somewhere.’

‘I remember the food stops,’ he laughed. ‘It’s so weird driving around with no traffic.’

‘That’s because it’s almost one in the morning. You need to not park right outside the house. My mum wakes up in the middle of the night to use the toilet and she always looks outside. If she sees the car then…’

‘I’ll park behind the bushes outside next door’s house, how about that?’ He laughed softly. ‘I couldn’t sleep either, by the way. Even though we’ve gone months without seeing one another before. This feels different. There’s something else there.’

You hummed in agreement. ‘There’s a level of adrenaline running through me right now. Sneaking around like a teenager trying to sneak a guy into the house when I’d been told I wasn’t allowed. Except this time, I’m sneaking the guy into the house. Into our own house.’

‘You used to sneak guys into the house as a teenager?’

‘Just one. My first boyfriend, Max.’ You laughed at the memory. ‘Well, actually, I failed miserably. I tried to sneak him into the house not knowing that my mum was in the living room and could see everything I was doing. She shit me up when she opened the door. I got grounded for a month and I never tried to sneak anyone in again.’

‘So what you’re telling me is that you’re about to sneak me into the house when the last time you tried to sneak someone in, you got caught and grounded for a month? This doesn’t bode very well.’

‘Even if all I get is a kiss then I’m happy,’ you smiled. ‘But I’m an adult now so she can’t ground me. Or at least, she can’t ground me until after Antigua.’

Taron laughed. ‘You’re funny. Okay I’m turning onto the main street now. I’ll see you soon. I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

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‘Shh, don’t wake them up,’ you giggled as you stepped out of the house. He’d tripped over one of the plants on the path to the back door and had frozen in place as you tried to listen for anybody in the house. You cupped his cheeks in your hands and pulled him into your lips, sighing happily when he grabbed your waist and kissed you back.

The kiss was short and sweet, almost as though it was a kiss of habit. Like the kind of kiss you’d share every day for the rest of your lives. A kiss that said ‘hello’ and ‘I love you’ all in one.

When you pulled away from the kiss, he held you to him and pressed his nose into your hair where he took a deep breath. A breath so deep that you swore it could have been the first breath he’d ever taken. His lungs filled with air and he smiled into you as he exhaled.

‘I can’t believe that you talked me into this,’ Taron chuckled softly. ‘Out of all the things I thought I’d be doing tonight, sneaking into my own house wasn’t one of them.’

‘It didn’t take much convincing, did it, T?’ You laughed in response, stepping onto your tiptoes to kiss him again. ‘I asked you twice and here you are. Why, what did you think that you’d be doing tonight?’

Taron smirked at you and licked his lips slowly, leaning down to your ear. His breath tickled as he whispered, ‘Well before my phone rang, I was drinking beer, eating a bag of crisps and scrolling through Netflix trying to find something to watch. So not much.’

You did your best to hide the laughs radiating through you as you pulled away from him, head tilted to the side as you eyed him playfully. ‘Wow, you’re really sexy when you talk beer and crisps.’

‘I try my best. Come on, let’s go to bed.’

‘That sounds perfect,’ you sighed happily, taking his hand in yours and pulling him into the house. You kept a lookout while Taron locked the door as quietly as he could.

He stepped in front of you and walked through the kitchen towards the hallway, listening out for anybody before letting you know that the coast was clear and that it was free for you to walk through. As you tiptoed through the house, you tried to stop giggling but it was hard. Taron kept turning to you with wide eyes to try and get you to stop but that only made it worse.

‘You are shocking at sneaking people in,’ he laughed when your bedroom door was closed behind you. ‘Like, horrifyingly bad at sneaking people in.’

‘Did you not hear my story about Max?’

Taron wrapped his arms around your body and held you tightly against him. ‘I did. But I also tried not to think about you sneaking any other guy into any other house. Because I get jealous at the mere thought of you with somebody else.’

You smiled lightly, snuggling into his chest and taking a deep breath. Your eyes struggled to stay open as you stood in his arms. ‘But you’re the guy. The last guy I’ll ever be sneaking into a house.’

‘That’s true,’ he responded, peeling your dressing gown away from your body and letting it pool at your feet in a little material puddle. ‘Did you invite me over just to sleep or…’

‘Okay one,’ you laughed, ‘I didn’t invite you over. I can’t invite you to your own house. I asked you to come home. Two, as much as I would really, really like to…I’m absolutely exhausted.’

‘I thought you said you couldn’t sleep,’ he chuckled as he let go of you and walked over to his side of the bed. He peeled his t-shirt from his body and tugged his joggers down, climbing into bed and patting your side for you.

You smiled as you climbed into the bed next to him, resting your head on his chest. ‘I couldn’t sleep. Doesn’t mean I wasn’t exhausted. Mads and mum had me busy constantly since you left. We ordered Chinese food and then played Monopoly for what felt like hours. We made cocktails and then cleaned the entire house so that it looks good for tomorrow; we watched tv and had a proper pamper evening. And then we reminisced on childhood and then Mads pulled out the wedding scrapbook we’d made as kids and we cried over it for a good while. It doesn’t sound like a lot but it was exhausting. I just want you to hold me in bed. I want to enjoy our last night together before we become an official family.’

Taron smiled softly against the top of your head as he pulled the covers over your body and held you close. Your head lifted and fell with each breath he took. ‘What did you think the eve of your wedding would look like?’ He asked sincerely.

‘I’m not sure I can share that information. It might be considered bad luck,’ you chuckled.

‘You’re funny. Come on, tell me. I’m curious.’

‘I always thought that I would try to get my fiancé to sneak into the house so that we could spend the night together because I am far from traditional and I just knew that I would hate to be away from him. Especially on a night as exciting as this one.’

‘So in essence, your mum and Madeline already knew that you were going to sneak me into the house?’

You could hear the smile in his voice as you held him tighter, pressing a dainty kiss to his chest as you nodded lightly. ‘What can I say? Other than you love me for my weird little quirks.’

‘I do,’ he said, kissing the top of your head. ‘I do wish that you’d told me they knew so that I didn’t park down the street and sneak in the back door like a teenager trying to sneak in after a night out with his mates.’

‘Yeah but it’s more fun this way, right?’ You asked, tilting your head up so that you could kiss his lips softly. ‘It’s like an adventure and makes us feel youthful. It’s a bit of fun in all of the chaos of planning and prepping that we’ve been in for months on end.’

Taron hummed. ‘It does feel quite nice. I know you said that you were tired but right now, here-’

‘Suddenly I’m not very tired,’ you smirked, rolling onto your back as Taron hovered over you and pressing his lips to yours sweetly. ‘Not tired at all. But shh, don’t wake anybody up.’

‘You’re one to talk,’ he giggled, reaching a hand under the covers.

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ironmansuuucks · 10 months

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Looking Dapper

Thank you for answering my ask. I really love how you write smut scenes so I was wondering if you could do something that included smut? Maybe where Taron and y/n haven't seen each other in years and something sparks between them when they first see each other. Maybe it's at a welcome home party for Taron who has been traveling for work for the last however long and someone invites y/n to the gathering. A/N: Hey anon! Thank you so much for sending one! I do love a good bit of smut but don’t write it too often because it sometimes makes me feel really out of touch with life. When the photos of Taron at his friend’s wedding first popped up, inspiration struck and led to this piece. A very smutty day indeed. Word Count: 5.8k Warnings: Alcohol consumption, explicit language, oral sex (f receiving), smut, sex in public,

Also: Sian is pronounced ‘sharn’. Trust me, it’s part of my first name and I’ve been using it for almost 24 years lmao

The Welsh countryside had been blessed with the warm rays from the sun which sat high in the sky, only a couple of clouds dotted around breaking up the crisp blue sky above. The line of the horizon was beautiful, the delicate blue of the sky met the bright, deep green of the fields and trees that surrounded the venue.

You had hung your light shawl over the back of your chair to try and remove as much from your body as you could, the heat already getting to you. It didn’t help much though. It was almost unbearably warm. Not that you were complaining. Sian and Elwyn deserved the best of the best for their wedding day and there were plenty of places to cool down under the teepees that were set up for the reception later that afternoon.

All you had to do was get through the ceremony and then you could escape to somewhere cooler and get started on the drinking. There were still fifteen minutes before the ceremony was due to start so you grabbed your phone from your clutch to check your social media accounts, liking a couple of photos and posting one of yourself from before you left the hotel. You’d balanced the phone on the large windowsill and had set a timer, getting yourself into place and smiling sweetly as the camera clicked.

You put your phone back in your clutch, not wanting to ruin any photos that were being taken by the photographer. There was something about phones in wedding pictures that you just didn’t like, and you weren’t going to be the person to ruin the photos that your friends would look back on for years to come and remember the day they swore their lives to one another.

‘Well I’ll be damned,’ a voice came from next to you.

Your breath hitched in your throat. You didn’t even need to turn to see who was speaking to you because you recognised him by voice alone. The only difference to his voice was the slightly stronger Welsh twang that he had, surely from being back home for a little while longer. He always got more Welsh when he was home, falling into old habits.

‘If it isn’t Y/N,’ he added, sitting down next to you as you turned to look at him.

A large smile broke on your face and you threw your arms around his neck to hug him, inhaling deeply and allowing your eyes to fall closed. He was wearing the cologne that you loved him wearing. The one you had first bought him years prior for Christmas. It was a deep woody scent with a hint of vanilla and a slight undertone of tobacco. A Tom Ford scent that had set you back a pretty penny.

‘Taron,’ you whispered, slowly pulling away from the hug and taking in his appearance.

He had gelled his hair back, not a single hair out of place as he moved around. Unlike the other men at the wedding, he had opted for a monochromatic suit with a simple white shirt. The first couple of buttons were unfastened, his chest on show. The suit jacket was pinstriped and it fit him absolutely perfectly.

‘How’ve you been, stranger?’ You asked, tilting your body around to sit with. His thigh pressed against yours and ignited something inside you that you hadn’t felt for a long while.

‘I’ve been good, thanks,’ he said, smiling at you. ‘Lots of projects last year, a couple in the works this year too.’

‘You’re still a busy body then?’

‘Oh absolutely.’ He chuckled, waving at someone who was getting situated in their seat not too far away from you both. ‘How about you? The last I heard you were opening your own coffee shop in Brighton?’

You expelled air slowly between your lips, shaking your head. ‘Yeah, that didn’t work out,’ you confessed. ‘I now work for a marketing company in London. I guess I still ended up in the place I swore I’d never be.’

Taron took a deep breath and gave you a sympathetic smile. You’d told him numerous times that you didn’t want to live in London. You were dead set against it, to be honest. It was the reason things with Taron stopped when they did. If it weren’t for your desire to stay away from London, you’d probably be at the wedding with Taron as your plus one.

‘I didn’t mean-’

‘I know,’ he whispers, giving you a small wink to tell you that it was okay.

The sun continued to shine down on you as the bridal party made their way down the aisle, standing in their respectful places. Taron absentmindedly rested his hand on his thigh, his pinky finger drawing gentle circles on your clothed thigh, sending shivers down your spine. You grabbed your shawl before Sian walked down the aisle, draping it over your shoulders as a way of guarding your skin from the sun and hiding the very visible goosebumps that were rising on your skin.

You stood up before Taron when Sian’s walking down the aisle song came on, and you could feel his hand settle on the lower part of your back when he was up. Your emotions were all over the place. You hadn’t seen him for over two years and all of a sudden you were seeing one another for the first time at a mutual friend’s wedding and he had his hand on you and his finger on your thigh as you sat together.

When the ceremony was over, you stood and clapped for your friends, throwing the confetti that you had over them with everyone else, smiling like the Cheshire cat. Taron suggested you both grab a drink while the happy couple had photos taken with their families and you agreed, following him to the small bar and ordering yourself a glass of champagne.

‘That was such a lovely ceremony,’ you commented, taking a sip of the cool liquid and already feeling a little more free. ‘They’re so in love.’

‘It was lovely, I agree. It’s taken them long enough to get married though.’

You both chuckled as you headed to the area where games had been set up for guests to enjoy, opting to play four in a row. There were two bags of coins, a red bag and a black bag. You handed the red one to Taron and took the black for yourself, taking the first turn yourself when Taron motioned for you to.

The game went quickly, with you winning when Taron put his coin in the wrong spot, hands flying to his head in shame. You did a little happy dance, getting all excited when Sian walked over to you when a Queen song started to play.

The two of you started to dance together, one of your other friends taking their phone out and filming the two of you, panning the camera around to Taron who was holding two glasses of champagne, one for himself and one for you.

Sian turned to the photographer and beckoned her over, insisting that she take a photo of her with you and Taron. Not wanting to be a party pooper, you stood to her left, Taron stepping to her right and both of you wrapping your arm around her back. You smiled widely, staring into the lens of the camera waiting for the click. Taron’s thumb brushed against the back of your hand and you took an uneasy breath, trying to keep your composure.

Your skin ignited where he touched it, a thousand tiny fires burning from the inside out. When the photographer walked away, you hugged Sian tightly, congratulating her with a genuine smile and asking how she was feeling.

‘Weirdly like my entire life has just slotted into place,’ she gleamed. ‘It’s like I was supposed to be a wife, you know?’

You nodded. ‘I don’t know if that’s on the cards for me anymore,’ you muttered, mainly to yourself.

‘What do you mean?’ Sian asked, curiosity taking over. ‘You’re still so young. There’s plenty of time for you to find someone.’

‘But what if I’ve already found that person? And messed it all up. What then?’

Sian followed your gaze to Taron who stood posing for a photo, two glasses of champagne in his hands. He had unfastened an extra button since the ceremony but had yet to take off his suit jacket. You watched him intently, too many thoughts spinning freely in your mind.

‘I don’t think you messed it all up,’ Sian replied after a little while, taking your arm in hers and pulling you into her side. The jewels on her dress scratched your arm but it didn’t hurt. If anything it grounded you. Something that you desperately needed. ‘What makes you think you messed it all up?’

‘I don’t think your wedding is the place to be talking about this.’

‘No, come on. I’m the bride and I say I want to talk about this. So you have to indulge me.’

‘I told him I felt suffocated in London,’ you breathed. You remembered the day as if it was only yesterday.

Taron had just gotten back from a training session at the gym. He needed to bulk up before his next shoot so had spent nearly every evening in the gym working one part of his body or the other. You weren’t mad, he always looked so fuckable when he got back. Which is why you had packed your bag when he wasn’t there.

You didn’t want to be in the flat when he got back. Instead of leaving while he was there, you started to write a note explaining why you were leaving. But he caught you before you could finish.

He stood near the kitchen entrance and looked you up and down, his eyes falling sad when he saw the bag on the sofa. ‘Y/N? What are you doing?’

‘What I should have done a long time ago,’ you admitted firmly, putting the pen down and looking at him.

Just as you had thought, he looked so good for someone who had just spent an hour and a half working out. His arms were strong and tensed as he rested his hands on his hips. His hair was slicked back underneath a baseball cap and the bottom half of his face was covered in a short stubble.

‘I don’t belong in London,’ you forced yourself to say. ‘I’ve never belonged here. I only stayed because of you. I’ve wanted to get out for so long.’

‘You only stayed because of me?’ He asked. He was hurt. You could tell with the crease of his eyebrows. ‘You only stayed in London because of me? Way to make me feel bad.’

‘Taron, I told you when we first started this,’ you motioned between the two of you with your finger, ‘that I wasn’t staying in London. I don’t like being here. It is suffocating. If I’m not in this flat I’m in a tiny studio flat with nothing to do. I need to go. I need to be free.’

‘So I make you feel trapped?’ He asked.

He took a step towards you. You took a step back.

‘Y/N…’

‘Taron. What am I to you?’

His brows creased more. ‘What? What do you mean?’

‘What am I to you? You asked again, this time a little further. You wanted to hear something specific, something that would stop you from taking your bag and leaving the flat, leaving London, potentially leaving the country. ‘I want you to be brutally honest. What am I?’

He stumbled over his words, physically unable to tell you what you were to him. You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth and nodded through a sad smile. A tear fell down your cheek and you swatted it away quickly, not wanting to cry in front of him.

‘That’s why I’m leaving,’ you said finally. ‘I can’t keep putting myself on the line for someone who can’t even tell me what I am to them. You couldn’t even say that I’m a friend. Do you have any idea how shit that makes me feel, Taron?’

He nodded. He did know. Because it made him feel just as shitty.

‘The one person who has been there for me since I moved to this shitty city can’t even call me the thing he claimed to be all of two days ago? The one person who is the reason I moved here can’t even tell me that I’m a friend. I bet you didn’t know that I’m falling in love with you, did you?’

Taron looked at you through wide eyes, mouth ajar as he watched you lift the note you’d started to write from the counter, ripping it into pieces and dropping it into the bin.

It had been your idea to begin with. To sleep together simple to relieve your desire to have sex. He agreed, under the pretence that you were going to remain friends. No feelings were going to be involved. You were just friends who slept together when you needed some relief.

You’d managed to keep the feelings away. For a while. You’d gone a year of just sleeping together. No feelings involved. But then one of your work colleagues caught you smiling at one of his texts and you knew you were fucking. And not by him.

‘You said-’

‘I know. I agreed to no feelings. And I meant it. I’m a shit girlfriend. I’m jealous and I’m selfish. And I fuck everything up. I never wanted our friendship to be in the line of fire. I realised the other week that it wasn’t just sex for me anymore. It was so much more. That’s why I have to leave. I can’t stay here falling in love with someone who doesn’t view me as anything other than a sex doll.’

‘You’re falling in love with me?’

‘Now isn’t the time to have a heart to heart, Taron. I’m leaving. I’m doing you the favour and taking myself out of your life. I don’t belong in London. I won’t end up in London.’

You walked to the sofa and grabbed your back, shaking Taron off when he tried to grab your arm to stop you. All you wanted to do was fall into his arms but you couldn’t. He didn’t love you the way that you loved him. Putting the spare key he had given you on the table next to the door, you took one last look at Taron before closing the door and walking to the lift.

You’d lost the one person you wanted to run to.

‘And I told him that I was in love with him.’

Sian whipped you around to look at you, her hands on your arms to steady you both. ‘You told him what?’

‘Did you know that we were friends with benefits?’ You asked. When Sian shook her head you carried on. ‘We vowed that there wouldn’t be feelings involved. And I shouldn’t have suggested it. Because I think I was already falling in love with him when we started. But I shoved it all down and we used each other for sex.’

‘I can’t believe what I’m hearing.’ Sian looked between you and Taron. ‘When he came here two years ago because he was really upset…’

‘I told him that I was suffocating and that I was going to remove myself from his life,’ you continued for her, looking at him with sad eyes. ‘At the time I meant it. I was really suffocating but it wasn’t London, and it wasn’t him. It was me. I was suffocating myself. Pushing feelings as strong as I had down for so long was the worst thing I could have done. So I left. And I messed everything up.’

Sian shook her head, ‘I don’t think you did. I think you did what you needed to at the time.’

‘Do you know he’s wearing the cologne I got him for Christmas four years ago? It still smells just as good as it once did.’

‘It’s all he ever wears. I’ve not seen him wearing anything else since you left. I think he’s been hanging on to any hope that you’d come back and that things-’

‘They can’t go back to how they once were.’

‘I’m not saying that they have to. I’m just saying that he’s been pining for you.’

You chuckled softly. ‘I think I have him too. Not that he’s going to care. Or know. I can’t tell him.’

‘Why can’t you?’

You sighed and looked at her seriously. ‘Because isn’t he seeing someone new? It’s all anybody can talk about.’

It was hard to escape Taron online. He was everywhere you went. Photos of him getting cosy to a redhead at a café in London, laughing at something said and drinking coffee on your Instagram discover page; photos of his various work projects being shared with your mutual friends; his own Instagram stories popping up when you least expected them to.

He was everywhere and nowhere all at once. Too close but too far.

‘They worked together,’ she chuckled. ‘She was called Honour and she has the same type as Taron.’

You looked at her in confusion. ‘Women.’

Laughing, you shook your head. ‘Sian, what do I do?’

Taron was walking back over to you then, the two glasses of champagne in hand and a smile on his face. He passed you one of the glasses and smiled at Sian.

‘Congratulations, Sian. You look absolutely beautiful. Elwyn is one lucky man.’

‘Thank you, Taron. Y/N, I think you know what you need to do,’ she smirked, walking away and heading to her new husband who was waiting for her with open arms.

‘What do you need to do?’ Taron asked, tipping the glass up so that the golden liquid could slip down his throat.

‘Oh, nothing,’ you said, tipping your own drink back. ‘Come on, dinner will be getting served too.’

******

After dinner, the bridal party all made their speeches. You laughed, you cried, your heart broke and you were given hope. Sian and Elwyn looked absolutely perfect together as they sat at the head table, listening to their nearest and dearest talk about them and their relationship.

Taron and you were on the same table, sitting so close to one another that you could feel the heat of his body against yours. His breath fanned against your shoulder when he leaned forward to pick his phone up from the floor when it fell off the table, and you had to close your eyes to stop yourself from doing anything that you would regret.

‘The bride and groom are now going to share their first dance,’ the DJ spoke, all of the guests clapping and cheering as Elwyn guided Sian to the dancefloor, spinning her into his arms and moving with her to the music.

Taron turned to you with a smile, but you didn’t look at him. You were too taken by your two friends, their smiles lighting up the entire room and their hearts so visibly full as they enjoyed a few minutes to take everything in.

The lyrics of Unchained Melody ran through your entire body, igniting something deep within you that you didn’t know you felt anymore.

‘The bride and groom would like any couples to join them on the dance floor for the final verse of the song to share in their special moment.’

Taron didn’t think twice before he grabbed your hand and guided you to the dance floor, wrapping one arm around your waist and grabbing your other to hold at shoulder height. You couldn’t look at him for a second, but when you did, everything slowed down around you.

Woah, my love, my darling / I’ve hungered for your touch / A long, lonely time / And time goes by so slowly / And time can do so much

Your hand was clammy in Taron’s as you stared into his eyes wholly, his tongue running along the bottom of his lip and pulling it into his mouth. The words were so true, but you didn’t know how to communicate how you were feeling. Something in you realised that Taron must have understood otherwise he wouldn’t have got you to the dance floor to dance with him.

Are you still mine? / I need your love / I need your love / Godspeed your love to me

You just about managed to catch him looking from your eyes to your lips and back up again, and you instinctively copied his action, wetting your lips slowly. The sound of your heartbeat drowned out the sound of people chattering, the loud thumping stopping you from focussing on anything but Taron and it.

The song ended and people made their way back to their seats, but you stayed where you were, dancing to the next song that came on.

I found a love, for me / Darling just dive right in / And follow my lead

The hand that once rested upon your waist moved to rest at your jaw, pulling you in so close that you could taste the champagne he’d had on his breath. His nose brushed against yours and upon your better judgement, your eyes fluttered closed, fisting his shirt tighter in your hand. He ghosted his lips over yours and took a shaky breath, rubbing the top of your cheek with the pad of his thumb.

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful / I don’t deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight

When he finally pressed his lips against yours, you relaxed into his touch, pressing your head against his hand to feel him closer. It took a couple of seconds for your eyes to open when he pulled away, his forehead resting against yours as he looked at you.

‘Taron-’

‘I know. I know,’ he whispered, taking your hand and pulling you outside into the cooler evening air. ‘When you left, you didn’t let me-’

‘T-’

‘Let me say this, please,’ he begged.

He grabbed both of your hands and held them tightly, taking a deep breath and looking directly at you. Your nerves bubbled in the pit of your tummy as you watched him, breaths heavy.

‘When you left, you asked me what you were to me. I couldn’t physically get the words out. You were there, telling me that you were suffocating, and then you asked me what you were to me. I knew that if I told you that I was falling in love with you, that you would feel even more suffocated. I was losing you and I didn’t want you to feel obligated to stay if you knew how I felt. So I couldn’t tell you. I couldn’t tell you that I bought an extra hoodie because I knew you liked to steal mine and I wanted you to have one just for you. I couldn’t tell you that I was excited to get home from work and see you in my flat cooking. I couldn’t tell you that I admired your body and the curve of your bum against my hand. I couldn’t tell you that you were the best thing that happened to me.’

The wedding still went on loudly behind you, but you could only hear Taron. He was staring at you directly as he spoke, but his eyes kept flicking away from you, nerves taking over.

‘I loved you. I still do, I think. In fact, no, I know that I still love you. You were the best thing that ever happened to me and losing you was the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.’

You stood completely still, breathing jagged and unable to say anything. Everything you wanted to hear two years prior was being said and you couldn’t move. For two years you’d thought that you’d done Taron a favour by leaving. That by putting your feelings last, you could save you both the heartbreak. For two years you grieved the loss of the person you loved more than anything, not knowing that he felt the same.

‘Y/N? Y/N please say something. If I’ve just fucked everything up then I am so sorry. I know you didn’t come here today to hear me go on and on about how I-’

You crashed your lips with his, holding his face in place as you stood on your tiptoes. He grabbed your waist and pulled you into his front. You gasped, giving him the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, swiping it against yours over and over. His hands held you in place, slowly reaching down to hold your bum. Instinctively, you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist, letting him walk you blindly to a spot less visible to everyone in the tent behind you.

‘I love you,’ he whispered against your lips.

‘I love you too,’ you smiled against his. ‘You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to say that.’

******

‘’Ve missed you so much,’ Taron whimpered into your mouth, his hips jerking forward messily as your head tugged his cock slowly and softly. ‘Jesus fuck, that feels so good.’

‘I didn’t expect this when I got the invitation,’ you told him honestly. ‘I don’t even know what this is.’

He moaned, a shudder dancing down his spine as his breathing picked up. Your hand wrapped around him perfectly, stroking his length as though you’d never stopped. He’d craved your touch for so long that now he had it, he was worried he wouldn’t ever want to stop.

‘This,’ he stuttered, ‘is two idiots who couldn’t tell one another how they felt at a pivotal moment finally confessing everything…at their friends’ wedding.’

‘Fuck we’re at Sian and Elwyn’s wedding.’ You had only just realised that you were at a wedding, with over one hundred people in a teepee mere metres away from where you were with your hand wrapped around Taron’s dick and pulling out the sweetest moans that you’d missed from the pit of his tummy.

His hands roamed every part of your body that they physically could; your hips, the swell of your bum, your sides, your boobs, your neck, your thighs. A trail of goosebumps following the gentle trace of his fingers.

‘I’ve missed you too, though,’ you added, pressing your lips to his in a passionate kiss.

He tensed when you quickened your pace wanting to feel him come undone. Your skin ignited when he dropped his head to your shoulder and sucked a delicate kiss to your exposed collarbone. His hand grabbed your wrist when he was getting close, halting your movements and kissing your neck again to muffle the moan that reverberated throughout his entire body.

‘Can I…can I taste you, please? Just one taste?’

Bringing his face up to kiss him needily, you nodded, moaning as he dropped to his knees, not caring if they got stained from the bark floor. His hands found purchase on the sides of your knees and you shuddered at the sight when you peered down to see him looking up at you through his eyelashes.

Almost as if you were a china doll that he was scared to break, he lifted your dress softly, gliding his hands up the length of your legs and chuckling knowingly when a sheen of goosebumps popped up all over your thighs.

He pressed a soft kiss to your thigh before he hooked his fingers into the sides of your white lace underwear, pulling them down your legs torturously slowly, the cool evening air dancing against your exposed heat. You jerked forward, needing to feel him, and he looked up at you

‘Now look who’s impatient,’ he smirked up at you, helping you step out of the underwear and popping it into the pocket of his shirt. ‘You’ve no idea how long I’ve waited to taste you again.’

He rested his nose against the bottom of your tummy, tapping your left leg, silently instructing you to lift it over his shoulder. From your new position he had perfect access to your core. He licked his lips when he saw how wet you were, and he slipped his finger into your folds, drifting to your entrance where your arousal pooled. With a sigh of content, he pulled your wetness to your clit, circling it slowly a couple of times and resting his hand on your tummy to stop you from moving forward at the touch.

With your back against a tree, it was hard to get comfortable, but as soon as Taron pressed the most delicate of kisses to your folds, you didn’t care. Your hips jerked forward and his nose nudged your clit, the sensation causing a tingling feeling in your lower belly. A feeling you hadn’t felt in a long time.

You tried to grip onto his hair but the gel that slicked it back made it impossible. There was nothing to grip onto, nothing to muffle the moans that you couldn’t hold in.

When he licked from your entrance to your clit, his own moan vibrating through your, you balled your hand into a fist and tried to use it to muffle your sounds. Taron continued to devour your centre. He lapped at your arousal like he hadn’t drank in weeks. He was insatiable, focusing on one thing for no more than ten seconds at a time, needing to get as much of you as he could.

As he created a rhythm, he glided a hand up your front until he could grab your wrist, teasing your hand down for him to grip onto. You laced your fingers together, resting your hands at the middle of your abdomen, looking down at him and letting out another long, drawn out moan.

His eyes were partially closed, the feeling of giving you pleasure pleasuring him also. Your neck flexed when he pulled your clit into his mouth, sliding a finger into you and curving it up slightly. Even after two years, he knew exactly where to reach and he moaned into you when you jerked your hips forward. It was hard to hold your composure, and your leg was hurting from holding you up.

He added a second finger to the mix, bringing you excruciatingly close to orgasm. But right as your hand reached to grip his hair, the same way it did when you would sleep together regularly, he pulled away with a pop and helped you lower your leg to the ground, your dress falling to your knees once more.

You whimpered against him but he simply pressed a kiss to your lips. You could taste yourself on him and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you.

‘Wanna feel you coming undone around me.’

‘Taron,’ you moaned softly, holding him in place as he held your bum and squeezed it not so subtly. ‘Wanna feel you. Wanna feel you so fucking bad. I’ve missed you.’

He smiled against your mouth, sliding his hands down to your thighs so that he could pick you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed you further against the tree, the bark scratching your back but somehow still feeling good against your skin.

‘Don’t have a condom,’ he muttered.

‘Doesn’t matter. I’m on the pill and worst case I can go to a chemist tomorrow.’

Dropping his head into your shoulder, he gripped the base of his now throbbing cock with one hand and pressed it to your entrance, gathering some of your arousal before pressing into you. You moaned in unison, the feeling of being so beautifully stretched overwhelming. It had been a long while since you were stretched like that and Taron gave you a few moments to relax before he started to move.

His hips found a rhythm quickly, the rhythm he knew would have you coming undone within minutes. You mewled against him, panting against his lips when he moved to kiss you.

‘Forgot how perfect you feel wrapped around me like that. Missed you so fucking much.’

‘Feels so good. Gonna cum if you don’t stop.’

‘I don’t plan on stopping any time soon,’ he chuckled, continuing to thrust up into you.

Your hands moved from his neck to his shoulders and down to his waist before making their way back up to his neck. You came undone before you could even comprehend what was happening, your legs tensing around his waist and your hands balling fists of his shirt tightly. A moan from the pit of your belly and the flutter of your walls against his cock had Taron’s head spinning, his own orgasm following suit.

‘Jesus Christ that was…’

‘Intense?’ You finished for him, kissing his lips. ‘But the best kind of intense.’

‘I’m sorry I never told you how I felt that day.’

‘Is it bad I’m not? Had you have told me, who knows what would have happened. But look at us now.’

‘I wonder if Sian will know what we’ve just got up to.’

‘I think she will,’ you laughed, dropping your legs from his waist and shakily grabbing your pants from his pocket, lifting them over your legs and pulling them on while Taron situated himself in his trousers. ‘I haven’t had sex like that in a long time.’

Taron’s eyebrows lifted, smirk playing at his lips. ‘Oh yeah? Sex like what?’

You swatted his chest, your lips failing you and smiling. ‘Sex somewhere that I could get caught at any moment. But also sex that makes me feel like my entire body is on fire. Only you have made me feel like that.’

‘Oi, you two.’

The voice came from the clearing just behind you, and you peered around the tree to see Sian standing with her hands on her hips and eyebrows raised. A heat made its way to your cheeks and Taron chuckled.

‘Yes, Sian?’ He asked innocently.

‘I’m very happy that you’ve made up and just given each other what I am assuming to be a mindblowing orgasm, but we’re about to cut the cake and it would be nice to have everyone there. Think you can keep it in your pants for another hour?’

‘We’ll be right there.’

Sian walked back into the teepees with a loud laugh and Taron took your hand in his, guiding you out of the woodland and towards the table where you’d eaten your food. You started to shiver when you were in the open again, so he draped his jacket over your shoulders and pulled you into his side, situating you on your seat before he sat down himself, smirking to Sian who shook her head playfully at the two of you.

‘She’s never going to let us live this down’ he whispered into your ear before pressing a kiss to your cheek. ‘Ever.’

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To my fellow fanfiction readers,

When you're feeling alone, when you're sad, scared, lost, when you feel broken please try and remember this.

Your comfort character? Would absolutely adore you. They would think you were amazing, flaws and all. They would sit with you when you cried, they'd help you through every hardship.

They're here sweetheart, they're waiting for you, waiting for you to find the new story of your love, to revisit how you first met. They're so ready to fall in love with you all over again, and they will. Because they adore you. So please take care or yourself sweet one, they'd be so lost without you.

So what will it be tonight, friends to lovers? A/B/O? The one bed trope? Found family? Will you find eachother again after a time apart? Will it be smut or fluff? Love at first sight? Enemies to lovers? It's always exciting to start again isn't it? To rediscover how much you adore them.

I hope tomorrow is easier to live through than today, that you find that fic you're looking for, that safe place to land.

Remember your comfort character believes in you and so do I, the random girl on Tumblr, scrolling along with you, trying to make sure no one feels as alone as when they started. You are loved, matter, you are worth everything.

~💛❤True

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Inclusive language is for everyone!!

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"I love you too."

Summary: (y/n) is on tour with Fall Out Boy (the band she's in) and is dragged to a party after a show. It's overwhelming and the reporters are too touchy but luckily Gerard's there too. (Gerard Way x fem!reader)

Warnings: Kissing?

Word count: 1.2K

I somehow found myself in a band three years ago. I ended up being the guitarist of the famous band Fall Out Boy. I’m still not really sure how I got here but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

I’m jumping up and down on this massive stage leaping around and doing whatever I so please. I run quickly back to the mic for my small solo. A few lines at most but I relish in the adrenaline.

The cheers are deafening as I yell out the lyrics to the song. I jump up and down encouraging the crowd along with the rest of the band.

Sadly the show has to end but after the encore, I’m being forced to join an after-party for the band. I don’t really want to go but I don’t really have a choice. I love all my fellow band members but sometimes they’re just a little too much along with the fans and paparazzi.

I leave the stage with the rest of the band and place my guitar in its case and hand it over to a stagehand with a smile.

“Thank you.” It’s brief before I’m pulled away by Pete and Andy.

“Come on, we’ve got to get to the party!” Andy says enthusiastically.

“Another one?” I say sighing.

“Yeah, c’mon you’ll have fun.” Patrick tries to encourage me.

“Mikey is not gonna wait if we’re late,” Pete says. Mikey who? I don’t know, don’t care.

“Fine, just for you guys.” I give in. “But I’ll be a few minutes touching up my hair.”

“Okay, well hurry up,” Pete says.

I nod before walking into my dressing room. I divide my hair and put it into two buns, leaving little twirls of hair by the side of my face.

“I’m ready to go,” I shout out to the boys that are definitely waiting outside my door.

“How did you know we were there?”

“Intuition.” I quickly throw on my My Chemical Romance shirt and pull open the door to snickers from the boys. “What?”

“Nothing.” They all say in unison.

“Let’s just go.”

We were taken in a black limo which is always nice. When we arrived the party was already in full motion. I step out of the car after Patrick and I’m met with flashes of cameras and questions.

“(y/n) are you and Pete dating?” I don’t know why they think this but it’s not true.

“Sorry, we’re not answering questions.” He says as we continue towards the house or mansion you could say.

“I’m gonna go find Mikey,” Pete says before disappearing.

I saw Andy wander off earlier so it’s just me and Patrick but then I turn around and see that he’s gone too. Brilliant so much for that then. I walk around a little bit but the scenario quickly became overwhelming and not in a good way.

I say no to questions and unwanted advances have become way too often so I leave the party and walk outside. Luckily the paparazzi have left and now there are just a few passersby. I look around and breathe in the cold air welcoming the more foreign feeling.

I hear the door open and close and expect it to be a random drunk person from the party. I turn around to see a man sitting next to me, it doesn’t take me long to recognise who it is. I immediately cover my top. It’s Gerard Way. My boyfriend.

“Hey,” I say smiling.

“Hey, is that my top?” He asks me.

“Maybe,” I say uncrossing my arms and revealing them.

“It suits you.” He says tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear.

“Thanks Gee.” I say. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

“Yeah, Mikey dragged us here ‘cause he wanted to see Pete.” I make a sound of understanding.

“That Mikey! That makes much more sense now. Pete dragged me here so he could see Mikey but I didn’t connect the dots.” He smiles at me. “I’m glad your here, it’ll make everything more bearable.”

“Are you not enjoying the party?” He asks mostly joking knowing I don’t like parties.

“No, I’m not, I hate the paparrazi and no one seems to understand personal space.” I huff.

“Yeah, I don’t either.” He says pulling me closer to him, jokingly, his arm around my shoulder.

“Well, I don’t mind when you do it.” I say leaning my head on his shoulder.

He kisses me on the head, “How’d your show go?” He asks.

“Yeah, it went well, it was really fun but I’m kinda tired now.”

“Do you wanna go to the hotel?”

“I don’t even have my own hotel room, I think I’m sharing with Andy.” I chuckle at myself.

“You can come stay with me, my hotel’s not far from here.”

“Okay.” I smile and stand up.

“I’m just gonna let Mikey and the guys know I’m leaving.”

“Okay, I’ll call a taxi for us.” I pull out my phone and call for a taxi. It takes a while for Gerard to come back but he does eventually.

“Sorry, I couldn’t find the guys.” He says with an apologetic smile.

“Honestly, I wish I came with you, it’s freezing out here.” He walks towards me and pulls off his jacket.

“Here, you can wear my jacket.” He places it on my shoulders.

“Wow, it’s like I’m collecting your clothes,” He laughs.

“Yeah, well I’m not sure that you aren’t.” He says as the taxi pulls up in front of the building.

We get to his hotel quite quickly as it was like he said the ‘hotel’s not far’.

We get to his hotel room and he pulls out his keycard quickly unlocking the door.

I walk in and see the luxurious hotel room.

“Wow, you’re room is so much nicer than mine!” I say slightly pouty.

“What Fall Out Boy can’t afford a nice hotel?” He says sarcastically.

“Evidently not.” I roll my eyes. “Who do you share this room with?” I ask.

“Oh, no one.” I sit down on the comfy, white sofa and Gerard isn’t far behind me. He sits down next to me and I snuggle into the side of him.

I rest my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“You okay, love?” He asks starting to stroke my hair.

“Yeah, I love being on tour and playing all the gigs and everything but the reporters really cross the line.

“I know. They’re desperate for a story and don’t care how they get it.” He kisses my forehead gently. “I’m sorry.” There’s silence for a minute or so.

“I love you.” I blurt out, neither of us have said it to each other before. I stare down at the ground in awkwardness however he replies reasonably quickly.

“I love you too.” He says.

“You don’t to-” I say but I ‘m cut of us he lifts my chin up gently towards him.

“I want to.” He says with a smile looking into my eyes.

I smile up at him before pecking his lips and pulling him up by his arm towards the hotel bedroom.

“Well then, let’s make good use of this hotel room,” I smirk at him as I kick open the door.

AN: I hope you enjoyed reading, I'm not sure yet how I feel about this fic.

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Kindergarten Acquaintances

Gerard Way X F!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: you go to pick your daughter up where she introduces you to her new friend. You recognise her father

"Mommy!" My three year old exclaimed gleefully as she saw me standing in the doorway of the kindergarten.

I grinned tiredly and crouched down to catch her as she ran at me. Today had been a long day at work but seeing Livia smile made it better.

She threw herself into my arms enthusiastically and giggled as I tickled her stomach. "Stop!"

One of the teachers came over to me and stroked my daughter's head. "She's been pretty active today. Bandit and her seem to get along great, they were inseparable. Livia's a good girl, she saw her sitting there alone and went over. It's her second day."

"Bee and me played with the cars!" Livia chimed into the conversation and pointed at a girl that was sitting in the corner and drew something.

"Oh, did you, baby?" I asked as I was looking for her jacket. At the moment, I just wanted to get home and sleep. Naturally, that didn't stop me from listening to my daughter. I could wish for my bed at the same time just fine though.

Of course, I knew that this wouldn't be the case because I still had to make dinner and then get my girl to bed with a story. But I was so tired.

Livia sensed my wish to get out of here so she ran over to her new friend for a goodbye, hugged the teacher that was holding her shoes out for me and then let me help her into her jacket.

Just as we were ready to leave, the girl, Bandit, jumped up and squealed: "Daddy!"

And ran right past us, brushing my legs. Okay, she was cute. Bandit seemed to be just as energetic as my daughter so I turned to look at the father to give him a knowing look. Little kids, huh?

Only to freeze in place as I recognised the person standing where I had leaned against the doorframe minutes ago. Gerard Way caught his giggling daughter as she ran at him with full speed and threw her up in the air. His bright red hair earned himself a few glances from the more conservative parents standing around.

I was too busy not to blush or accidentally make a noise to notice that Bandit had said something to him and was pointing at me. Where they coming over to me? Fuck, what was happening?

"Mommy?" Livia tugged at my hand and looked up at me, her eyebrows furrowed adorably in confusion. Right in this moment, she was the perfect copy of her grandmother. Mom looked at me like that every time I attempted to explain how her phone worked.

I collected myself and smiled down at her. I would not freak out over the fact that Gerard Way, the lead singer of My Chemical Romance had his daughter in the same kindergarten as my daughter. "Yes, baby?"

"Can Bandit and me play together?"

Suddenly, both girls were pouting at me. I hadn't even realised that Bandit was standing in front of me now, too. But they both looked adorable with their pleading expressions. What kind of cruel person could say no to this? "Uhm, sure, Livia but I think you need to ask your dad first, Bandit."

"Oh, I'm fine with that," Gerard stated and came over too.

Fuck, stay calm. "Livi, I think we need to go home now though."

"But, I wanna play with Bee now!" She whined and went to hold onto her new friend. Forgotten was mommy and her old tired bones, I presumed.

"Daddy, please!" Bandit pleaded as well and hugged my daughter protectively.

Nervously, I looked over at Gerard as a thought crossed my mind with our kids holding onto each other stubbornly. Oh God, what if he thought that Livia was annoying? Well, if he did, I had records to burn because no one said shit about my daughter. Still, what if he wasn't okay with the situation?

Gerard crouched down in front of the child. "Bandit, baby, I think we should plan this another time. Your friend might don't have time today."

"But-" her lower lip started to quiver and I could already make tears out in her eyes.

Now, Livia was giving me the same treatment. I absolutely couldn't see her cry, especially not over a situation that could be avoided. So I caved: "Baby, go and play some more with Bandit, I'm gonna talk to her dad for a minute, okay?"

"Yay!" Much more happy, the girls skipped back inside the playroom while I turned to Gerard.

We walked into the quieter hallway. "Would that be alright with you? The girls seem to be really attached to each other."

"Yeah, they are," Gerard smiled fondly at his daughter, "and sure. If you want so, you two could come with us right now. I've got an empty house and nothing better to do anyway."

Deep down, I already knew that I would say yes, not only to have a content child but also because I was curious about Gerard. Yes, I was a fan but not in that creepy way and he seemed to be really down to earth. But I would still have to prepare dinner afterwards. My arms were getting heavy at the mere thought.

"If that wouldn't be a hassle for you, gladly. Oh, and I'm Y/N," I agreed and extended my hand for him to shake. Politeness worked most of the time when I was freaking out internally.

He took it and grinned at me friendly. "Nice to meet you, I'm Gerard. We can get the girls now and you can drive after me so you won't get lost on the way."

So we did that and reached their home after a fifteen minute drive. It was basically just a normal house with a cute little garden. Though, the living room showed his passions, there was a huge bookshelf, with tons of comics, CDs and Vinyls stacked on each other. There even were a few pictures at the wall that clearly a three year old had drawn. Cute.

I could only stare for a while until the giggling of Livia pulled me out of my thoughts. "Mommy, Bandit and I go to her room!"

And away they were. Gerard stood next to me. "You want a coffee? Oh, and sit down, you don't need to stand there."

I followed his instructions, still studying the room. My purse rested next to me on the sofa and I shrugged out of my coat. It felt good to sit and my mood lifted significantly now that I knew that Livia was preoccupied.

Gerard came back with two steaming cups and handed one to me. "Are you okay? You seemed a bit shaken at the kindergarten so sorry if I was too forward."

"No, I just had a long day and don't want to move anymore to be honest," I told him and had to suppress a yawn.

But Gerard saw it and grinned at it. "Oh, well then sorry that Bandit kidnapped you and Livia. We can order food if you want so you won't have to cook later."

Oh, I could kiss this man. I nodded tiredly. "That would be perfect. Thank you for this by the way. Livia would have probably been grumpy the rest of the day."

"Trust me, Bandit would have been the same. I'm just glad that she found somebody so fast," Gerard stated and leaned back comfortably.

We talked some more about our kids and their weird antics until my stomach made a guest appearance in our conversation. I blushed deeply but Gerard laughed it off. "I think it's time for dinner."

So we ordered some food from the nearby restaurant and then set the table. We got along well and my first nerves had completely died down by now. It was unbelievable how fast we had found a topic together and we just drifted from one to the next. For example, we started with the children, then talked briefly about our exes (him and Lindsey were still on good terms while Livia's father and me weren't) and then somehow had gotten to Batman and wether we liked the Joker or not.

But the delivery guy took his sweet time so we sat back down on the sofa. "So what kind of music do you like?"

"Uhm" I paled. What did he want to hear? Did Gerard figure out that I recognised him? Probably. Did he want me to admit it? I went with a non-answer. "Y'know, the normal stuff."

Gerard groaned. It seemed to really interest him which made me feel a little better. "What an boring answer. You must like some bands or artists in particular."

Okay, now, I had to answer. Technically, I could just spit out any band that came to my mind. But because life hated me, the only one I could think of was My Chemical Romance.

"For the record, that's not the reason I'm here and I think that stalking is just wrong and I would never do it," I started and I could already see his amusement so I just kept going, "but yeah, I like My Chemical Romance pretty much."

And Gerard laughed. Loudly. "Well, that explains why you were so pale as Bandit dragged me to you."

"Haha, very funny," I grumbled and crossed my arms. Just like Livia, my consciousness threw in helpfully.

Luckily, the delivery guy came to my rescue and rang the doorbell just now. So Gerard got up to take the food and pay him, still giggling.

I went to get the kids to dinner, using the time upstairs to calm my nerves and to not want to die of embarrassment anymore. It worked only partially.

But Gerard was an observant person so he smiled assuringly at me as he noticed my clear embarrassment. At least, he believed me that I wasn't some crazy stalker-fan and rather kept the conversation going normally.

"Who wants fries?" He asked the girls who both exclaimed a happy 'yes!'.

I helped myself to my food and practically devoured it after I took the first bite. It was awesome.

After a few minutes of content silence, Gerard asked randomly: "So what's your favourite song of us?"

"Huh?" My mouth was full and he took me by surprise so I was glad for the slight delay of answer.

I finished chewing and then thought for a little while more. "I think The Sharpest Lives is pretty far up along with the normal ones like Famous Last Words, Helena and the like. Oh, and Our Lady Of Sorrows maybe."

Gerard nodded and rested his chin on his hand. "Yeah, I'm proud of them. Have you ever been to one of our shows?"

"No, sorry but you're either not in the area or too expensive," I joked. Gerard rolled his eyes.

Before he could say anything, Livia piped in: "Mommy, can Bandit and I go back to her room?"

"You have to ask Gerard, Livia but I would say yes, if you're finished," I told her and yes, her plate was empty like Bandit's.

My gaze fell on the clock. "But we have to get home in a few."

And back was the pout. But this time I didn't let them convince me and stayed strict.

Gerard nodded along but allowed them to go play for another fifteen minutes. We went back into the living room where he put on some quiet music while we chatted some more. I really enjoyed talking to him, given the fact that I just wanted to fall into my bed as I picked Livia up and now, here I was three hours later, still wide awake and talking.

But everything had to end at some point, so I got my protesting daughter to say goodbye to her friend. "You two see each other tomorrow!"

Gerard laughed in the background but soon shut up as he saw my exasperated expression. "Yeah, and I think me and Livia's mom can arrange another playdate, right?"

"Yes, please mommy!" Livia pleaded.

I rolled my eyes and nodded. "'course, Livi. But we need to go now, you should have been in bed by now, young lady."

Before I could go with my daughter, Gerard pulled me in for a hug. Surprised, I needed a moment to process it but then hugged him back, feeling his warmth.

"I fear that I need to ask for your number for the date," he told me, having his arms still loosely on my waist.

"Date?" I spluttered.

Gerard looked down at me, perfectly innocent. "Yeah, the playdate for Bandit and Livia."

"Oh" and my face was dangerously warm again. Let's be real, why should he mean a date with me?

But the red head kept his grin up and drew small circles with his thumbs on my waist. "Well, unless you want a date of course."

"Uh, uhm," I stuttered. Very eloquent.

And that asshole giggled. "You don't need to, but I'd definitely take you on one if you'd be okay with it."

Just say yes already! Okay, deep breaths so you don't sound like a dying fish. "Yes, I'd like to go on a date with you."

"Great!" Gerard celebrated, pulled out his phone and handed it to me with an expectant smile, "can I have your number then?"

I managed to enter it into his phone and then almost flew to my car where I let my head fall onto the steering wheel after I had put Livia into her seat.

What a day.

Taglist: @immrbrightsideeee (me forgetting to add the taglist? Never... Whoops)

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Johnny fluff where hes trying to flirt with u but getting too flustered bc he thinks ur pretty

Cute

summary: johnny getting flustered around u <333

pairings: johnny knoxville x reader

a/n: thank you so much for this request<3 i hope you enjoy!

warnings: mentions of drinking

Johnny Knoxville was the picture of confidence. Everything about him exuded charm and suaveness. He was able to get anything, or anyone he wanted, just with a joke and a smile. But for some reason, every time he was around you, he turned into a blushing, stuttering mess.

Johnny had known you for 5 years now, and no matter how much time passed, your dazzling effect on him never seemed to wear off.

Tonight, the crew had planned another night out at some newest LA club, to which Johnny couldn’t help but look forward, grateful for any time he got to spend with you.

Johnny was nursing his second beer when you finally arrived. Fuck. He thought as soon as you walked in. How could someone be this perfect?

After saying your hellos to the other guys, you made your way over to Johnny, Here she comes, okay, fuck, just be cool.

“Hey, Johnny” you drawled

“Hey there princess, you’re looking nice”

“Just nice?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Although he knew you were just teasing, he couldn’t help the pink tinge that started to paint his face.

“Well, uh” he coughed “no, no definitely more than nice” he chuckled.

“Oh my gosh! Did I just make the Johnny Knoxville blush?” you gushed, noticing the rouge on the man’s cheek.

“I am not blushing”

“Oh you so are! Tell me Johnny, do you find me simply irresistible?” you laughed, comically batting your eyelashes up at him.

“Aw, shut up” he scoffed, his face turning an even brighter shade of pink.

“Oh, c’mon now, don't be embarrassed, I think it’s cute”

Cute? You thought he was cute? He tried to quickly analyze what you meant by “cute”. Was it little-puppy-dog cute, or I-want-to-jump-your-bones cute? Before he could dwell on the topic any longer, you spoke,

“Well aren’t you gonna offer to buy me a drink?” you smirked that dazzling smile that turned him into putty. He was in for a long night.

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when it comes to you. (johnny knoxville x fem!reader)

(this is hastily edited & based on a weird dream i had LMAO)

summary: u and johnny are work rivals, and one night you finally give in to the teasing.

nsfw. first time writing smut DONT LOOK AT ME. basically porn w/o plot. pet names & h*rny dirty talk. i love men.

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you and johnny had an, uh, interesting relationship. in public, it would seem as if you hated each other. he was like a school yard boy, pigtail pulling and trying to trip you for attention. it wasn’t like you didn’t retaliate either, there was plenty of back and forth name calling between you two.

but in private he would freeze up, unable to make eye contact. looking down at his beat up shoes or at his hands. you never understood his sudden nervousness around you. you weren’t intimidating. you were never dressed up or anything, but he would act as if he had never seen a girl before. you never questioned it, because, you too were different when it was one on one. voices hushed and whispered, awkward and spacey. johnny had this ability to wind you up and wind you back down in a matter of seconds. he made you day dream about wearing his clothes, smelling his cologne and kissing his stomach. you hated those thoughts, they plagued your relationship with him. at the end of the day, he was your coworker, and workplace rival.

it was just another night after filming, everyone decided to head to a bar for a couple of drinks. you were nursing your second beer when Knoxville finally approached you, smirk already decorating his lips.

“i got a treat for ya darlin’.” he said with a smile. his hands were around his back, hiding the “surprise” .

“oh yeah?” you teased, taking a swig of your beer. his hands showed what he was hiding, a black leather wallet with regular wear and tear. he must’ve noticed your confusion, so he opened it, exposing the license showing a blurry photo of bam, and more importantly, his credit card.

“oh you’re a dick. gonna buy the whole house drinks?” you playfully pushed his shoulder, and he grabbed your hand to hold.

“no, just you and me, wouldn’t be nice to share.” he gave your hand a squeeze, folding the wallet back in his pocket.

“you don’t like to share?” you furrowed your brows, indulging in johnny’s game.

“nah, not when it comes to you.” he flashed his million dollar smile and let go of your hand to grab your waist, bringing you in.

you smiled and brushed this off, not thinking much of his sudden ownership over you. every once in a while, johnny would get like this, overly protective and witty, but only when it comes to you.

after a couple more drinks (and running from bam as soon as he figured out who was paying for your tab), you and Knoxville were posted in a shady corner of the bar, everyone else parting ways and saying their goodbyes. you picked the fruit at the bottom of your glass with your straw, feeling johnny’s chocolate eyes gazing at you.

“how come you’re blushin’?” he snidely asks, watching you squirm.

johnny liked how he could turn you into putty. at work you always seemed so tough, hell you had to. even though you’ve had snakes thrown into your purse, your car spray-painted and hair dye in your shampoo, the crew always had their reservations when it came to fucking with you.

even though he knew the grasp he had over you, it wasn’t like he wasn’t nervous. every day he checked his reflection a couple more times than usual, tried his hardest to get a smile from you. he could never focus at work if you were at the film site at the same time, constantly getting fucked with since he wasn’t focused, his head in the clouds. he didn’t like how he thought of you. he thought of you in his sheets, sprawled out with your back arched. he thought about your nails digging into his back. he would have all of these thoughts, trying not to get hard, and apparently, his payback would be getting tazed with a cowpoke by tremaine.

“you know why, your big puppy dog eyes are gonna burn a hole into the side of my head.” you tossed your head back to get the last of the liquor soaked fruit, dropping the glass with a clink. “whadda want from me?”

“you wanna head back to mine?” johnny suddenly looked at the table, nervous as ever. you never saw each other outside of work and film shenanigans. “rented a couple of things from blockbuster, and the night is still young.” he hoped to god he didn’t sound as lame as he thought he sounded. his palms started to clam as he watched you pretend to mull it over.

you were mentally freaking out. but outside, you kept your cool. “as long as there’s no Affleck, i’m in.”

the walk back was drunken stumbles and tight handholding. the cool Los Angeles air and light polluted sky was your flashlight as you giggled and bumped each other heading back to his small house.

it’s almost as if you both knew there would be no movie watching or awkward small talk. it’s almost as if your brains and bodies worked in sync as he unlocked the front door, holding your waist and making the hair on the back of your neck raise.

he shuts the door as your back is against it, johnny in front of you looking you up and down, as if you were a piece of meat and he was a lion awaiting his meal. his eyes glowed as he watched you, waiting for his next move in rather anticipation.

you pull him closer, your bodies touching and his hands on either side of you, blocking you in.

“honey i want you, can i have you all to myself tonight?”

he says in a hushed whisper, your lips grazing each other.

it’s like your heart is in your throat, you think about pinching yourself like this is some sort of cruel dream. you nod your head, closing your eyes.

“use your words, doll.”

“yes, god yes.”

clothes are hastily removed as you kiss and grab each other. it’s like he’s a porch light and you’re a moth, feeling the inner pull and urge to get as close as possible. johnny picks you up, and leads you to his bed, you lying on your back, pulling him on top of you. you can’t stop kissing him, it’s as if he was the missing puzzle piece. it feels so right, so good as his tongue explores your mouth and his hand wraps around your neck. he squeezes the sides of your throat, removing his lips from yours so he can watch you. it feels so good as your air is strained, just enough to breathe but little enough for you to gasp.

“do you like when i choke you, honey?” his words make you melt and moan, you nod your head and he lets go. he likes watching you, he likes seeing how submissive he can make you, the power he has over you goes straight to his head.

in between kisses he grabs some hair at your nape, your eyes meet his.

“i’ve been thinking about you all day.” you kiss him, slow and delicate. “ you know i’m crazy about you, right?” johnny kisses your jaw, pecking around your neck before meeting your lips again.

the knot in your stomach builds as his fingers hook at the waist band of your pants, rolling them down as you simultaneously kick them off.

“can you touch me?” you whimper, trying not to seem so desperate.

“not yet.” he hums, feeling himself get harder and harder. “you gotta work for it.” you grab his belt buckle, pulling his hips in towards you. you start to undo his belt and slide his pants off. your hands are feverish and your touch is hurried, like you’ll snap your eyes open and this is all a dream.

it’s the way that johnnys hands warmed your cool blood and ease your anxieties.

“sweetheart, i got ya” he cooed, sweet as saccharine, his southern drawl convinced you to do whatever he wanted to you. he carefully peels the rest of your clothes away, you lying with your legs spread on his bed, knees bent.

“fuck,” he hisses, kissing your chest making his way down to your hips. “you’re a sight for sore eyes” you playfully hum, blushing as his featherlight kisses tease your body. he makes his way between your legs, working two digits in. your back arches and you moan, the knot inside you suddenly letting you loose, you pull his hair, him moaning into your clit. the way his tongue worked in you, your vision blurred and your head pulsed. seeing the man who relentlessly teased and flirted with you at work, now in between your thighs, making you moan and whimper, was something you thought would only happen in dream.

you felt your core tighten, and your fingers grabbed for his hand. he looked up then, taking a pause from his mouth on you. he saw your body sprawled out, mouth agape and eyes squinted. a state of pure bliss and euphoria, and he was the one who was making you feel this good.

“you like how i’m making you feel, baby?” he shyly asks, his left hand grasped in yours, his right middle finger curling inside you.

you could barely get words out, your voice breaking in a moan.

“cmon, you can do better than that. speak up, doll.” he said in a slightly harsher tone.

“mmhm” you whine out, bucking hips to get closer to an orgasm. he likes how desperate he made you. you could feel how close you were, whining his name and pulling him closer.

“you wanna cum?” johnny kisses you in between words, getting off on your desperation. your fingers are frantic, pulling and tugging his hair, your knees coming in closer.

“m so close.” words are barely audible, your voice covered in whines of orgasms. johnny watched as you came, your movement going from chaos, go slow and steady hip bucking.

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“you look pretty like that.” johnny says absentmindly. it was minutes later. you’re curled up in his sheet, your head resting on his chest, his voice deep and throaty.

he began to rake his fingers through your hair, the image of you cumming locked in his brain.

“oh really? my mouth half open and hips halfway in the air?” your sarcasm was back.

“yes!” he laughed out, holding you close to him. “you look beautiful like that. you look beautiful all the time.”

you think back about set days of you covered in hot sauce, old lady makeup, bruises and animal bites, crusted old makeup or a full face for some weird promo.

you smile, lifting your head to kiss johnny.

“all the time?” you question, before leaning in.

he kisses you, soft and delicate.

“all the time.”

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"Good Puppy," Johnny Knoxville x GN! Reader

A/N: Thank you guys for all the love and support when I said I was gonna write this, I love each and every one of you freaks 🤪. Words: 1.6k TW: Minor NSFW, very suggestive themes!! Tags: @whore4knoxville @jknox @alex-abn0rmal @trashy-panda777 @h3llbound @lightmyluv @butucantblameme4h8ingit (PS, if you commented or reblogged on one of the promotion posts you got tagged <3)

Jeff wanted to start shooting some episodes down at the beach, which gave Chris the idea to dress up again. He had been wearing the Bunny costume the entire shoot. Shortly, I found myself sitting in the middle of Dunn and Pontius, or Bunny the lifeguard. The sun gleamed down on the three of us. I lay on my stomach, conversing with the three. Now and again, Steve-O would bound up to us in his cheetah print speedo and talk about the stunt he was supposed to perform that day. I warned him that bobbing for jellyfish was very dangerous.

“Pfft- Nah dude I got it covered. Manny said all I gotta do is piss in a bottle and pour it on the stings and I’ll be alright,” He shrugged, finally sitting in the sand in front of us with his legs crossed like a kindergartener.

“Surprised Knoxville hasn’t got a stunt today. He always has at least one every episode,” Ryan chimed in mindlessly. He was laying on his back shirtless with his eyes closed. His foot flicked up and down rhythmically and his arms were behind his head.

“What do you think, Bunny?” I turned to glance at Chris, who was laying on his side like a sexy Playgirl. He pondered for a moment, his face stern as if he was thinking hard, and his eyes falling to the towel he was resting on. “I’m just a lifeguard, no fuckin’ clue,” A puff of air came from his mouth after that long silence.

Raucous laughter sounded from me and the guys, making Pontius look rather proud of himself. A smile plastered on his face widely. Scanning the beach, I spotted Jeff speaking to the devil himself. The devil, or Johnny, wore a pair of midnight-blue sunglasses and faded jeans. And like most of the guys scattered about the beach, he had no shirt. In one of his hands, he held a glass brown bottle that dripped condensation down his wrist.

“There he is,” I dipped my head in his direction, which made all of the guys crane their necks to watch him. “Wonder what he’s sayin'…” Ryan rolled over on his stomach and rested on his elbows. He glanced at me as if I would answer.

I didn’t have to, as always Pontius came to save the day. “‘Jeff, why don’t we do a skit where I tear my wiener off and attach it surgically to my forehead. That way people can look at me and already know I’m a dickhead,’” At the long-haired man's words, Steve-O’s head tossed back and he gave a boisterous laugh. Mine and Ryan’s cackle join his, resonating and carrying across the beach noisily. Chris gave his usual goofy, hearty chuckle, his smile remaining on his face.

“Shit, here comes trouble,” Steve-O’s laughter subsided as he noticed Bam strutting across the beach to gossip with Tremaine and Knoxville.

After a couple of heartbeats of enjoying the rays of warm sunlight and cool salty breeze, I sat up and sat like Steve-O was. I realized all four of us were just watching Johnny, Jeff, and Bam like schoolgirls and shook my head.

I twirled my hair, pretending to smack on gum as I elbowed Dunn. “Which one do you have a crush on?” I nodded my head to the group, my voice higher than it usually is to give the illusion that I was a schoolgirl. Ryan sat up, his back towards the group. “Oh I am sooo in love with Bam Bam-” He pulled imaginary hair down his shoulder and played with it, fidgeting around where he sat on his beach towel. “I wanna do the nassstiest things to him, and out of all the Jackass members, I think he has the fattest ass,” He used his hands to mimic the shape of an imaginary ass in front of him, unaware of the approaching Knoxville and Bam behind him.

I nodded my head eagerly, egging him to go on with his story. Johnny ambled up next to Steve-O, just a little bit behind Ryan. “Yeah- go on about how Bam Bam has the juiciest ass will ya, Dunn?” Knoxville interrupted before he could continue his story, and took a long swig of his beer. Where Johnny stood, he shadowed me from the sun.

A surprised noise came from Ryan, and he nearly leaped from where he was sitting. “It was a joke- they- they made me do it- I swear!” Ryan started to stutter as he pointed at me, looking between me and Johnny.

“Dude, no one cares we all think you and Bam explore each other sometimes anyway-. Plus it was funny,” Johnny rolled his eyes, and finally glowered down at me. “You,”

“Me?” I pointed to myself, knitting my eyebrows in confusion. “What?”

“Yeah, Jeff said we have to do a bit together. Got any ideas? ‘Cos we're fresh out…”

Bam seemed to think for a second, after winking at Chris, and stepped forward, kicking a bit of sand on the long-haired man's towel. He switched the hands he was holding the can of Miller in to press a flat hand up to Johnny's ear. His face leaned in real close, and he began to whisper so none of us could hear. Now and again, Bam would glance at me, giving me the evilest look. I kept swapping stares with Ryan and Chris.

Steve-O was staring at the sky, his jaw half open as if he saw a pretty cloud up there and Ryan looked just as perplexed as me. Chris looked like he knew something though.

Bam finally stepped back, gripping the can of beer in both hands and watching Knoxville’s reaction. The feeling of not knowing something that everyone else did, felt like lead in my gut.

Johnny stared down at me, his lips slightly parted and his eyes trailing down my body as I stood up slowly. “What skit are we gonna do, captain?” I joked, staring him directly into his sunglasses. I hated when he wore those because I could never see what he was thinking. And by the way, Bam and Chris were snickering and giggling to each other, I feel like I am in for something awful…

“Well, sailor, I know a little secret o’yours.” Knoxville stepped forward, his expression still blank and hard to read. He walked close enough to me so he could whisper something just as Bam did. “You got a thing for me, dont’cha? Everyone knows it, so why don’t we do something about it,” He stepped back to watch my reaction. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, and the feeling of sheepishness settled in my gut. But this was Johnny Knoxville we were talking about. If he challenges you, you have to accept it.

Not looking him in the eyes, instead, I was staring at the sand, I stepped uncomfortably close to him. “Oh yeah? Says who? I think you just like me and you're projecting. If you want to do something about it so badly…” I trailed off, looking at the few people around me for answers. 'What's the grossest thing that could be a skit for Jackass, but also sort of romantic to keep the viewers glued to their seats?'

“Spit in my mouth,” When I said this, I stared him directly in the eye. His lips parted, and he seemed to show a bit of dismay. Quickly shutting his mouth he nodded, a wicked grin causing him to show his white teeth. “Ohhhh... challenge accepted, sweetheart,” Johnny put a hand out for me to take, and when I did, I noticed how calloused it was. Chris, Ryan, and the other guys stood around us and began to watch, crowding and clapping, making whooping sounds to cheer us on.

Johnny waved behind him, causing Tremaine to trot over with a camera and tripod. “What’re we shooting?” He asked, looking between the two of us. Johnny passed his beer to Bam, making him hold it for him. He stepped close to me, faces nearly inches apart. I stared at the camera, watching the blinking red light. “I got it, just tell me when,” Johnny perched his glasses on the top of his head, his face getting ever so close to mine. After checking the camera, Jeff nodded, signaling us that it was time to start the short skit.

Johnny had a sneer that spread wide across his face, and he didn’t even look at the camera. “Hi, I’m Johnny Knoxville, this is Y/n, and this is ‘Good Doggy,’” His hand that was holding mine cupped the side of my face gently. The guy’s cheering began to drown out with the sound of my thunderous heartbeat. The way he cradled me so carefully while he was about to do something so degrading made warmth spread in my gut. And Johnny seemed to notice by the way my eyes glazed over.

I grabbed onto his forearm for support while he cupped my cheek, and I opened my mouth for him. I felt as though my knees might buckle, the feeling of humiliation with pride concocting swirling to make something sinful within me.

Abruptly, a glob of his saliva shoots into the back of my tongue, and the taste of him is nearly overwhelming. The bitter-sweetness of the beer mixed with the darkness of the cigarette he had just smoked covered my palette. My lips closed for a second like I was lost in savoring him. All I could focus on was Johnny’s thin lips mouthing the word; “Swallow."

Swallowing the saliva he spat into my mouth, I gripped his forearm harder and stuck my tongue out to show off that fact. I'd swallowed a piece of him. I did what he ordered. I felt flustered, and the feeling of being overpowered by him left me wanting more.

Johnny tapped the side of my cheek, detaching from me completely and snickering. “What a good puppy,” He cooed.

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