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I know I'm not the only one thinking this... but can we get a Clay Barber fic? Smut or fluff idc.
You Felt It
A/N: So I loved writing this and if people are interested, I might write a part 2? possibly with some smut
It felt strange to be back on the Step Right Up set, you hadn’t been there for at least ten years, hadn’t seen any of the cast since then either. You were excited to film the reunion and to see everyone again; everyone except Clay. When it came to thinking about seeing Clay again, you had a nervous excitement settle in your stomach. Back when you were filming Step Right Up, you and Clay had had a bit of a will-they won’t-they kind of relationship; you would flirt with each other and occasionally hook up and everyone else would tell you to date but it never happened for the two of you, something you still thought about to this day.
‘Hey, (Y/N)!’ Zack said loudly as he popped up in front of you and you gave him a tight smile. You liked Zack, you did but you remembered from when he was a kid, he could get to be a bit too much and judging by the volume of his greeting, nothing had changed in that department.
‘Hi, Zack, how are you?’ you asked as you carried on walking towards the sound stage, Zack falling into step beside you.
‘I’m good, did you see the other movies I did after the show finished? Did you like them?’ The questions came out as a continuous stream, only needing you to hum in approval when it was appropriate. ‘Have you seen Clay yet?’
‘What? Why would I have seen Clay yet, I haven’t seen him since the show finished.’ You stuttered, his question stopping you in your tracks. When Zack noticed that you had stopped walking, he turned around and walked back over to you.
‘I was just asking because you said you’d seen everyone else so I was wondering if you’d seen Clay. I saw him earlier, he’s got grey hair now,’ Zack said very matter of fact. You smiled at him in response when you realised that he was simply asking and not actually insinuating anything.
‘No, I haven’t seen him yet. I’ll probably see him when we go inside.’
‘Yeah. Just don’t let me walk in on you two kissing again, I’m older now but I still don’t want to see my TV dad kissing anyone,’ he said before turning around and walking off onto the soundstage, leaving you standing on your own, confused. You had had no idea that Zack had seen the two of you and even though it was ten years ago, you couldn’t help the blush that grew on your cheeks. You breathed out, shook your head and just walked onto the set, accepting that you were going to bump into Clay sooner or later.
As soon as you stepped onto the set, you were hit by a wave of nostalgia because everything was exactly the same as it was when you left. You made your way over to the table with the food and drinks on, grabbing a bottle of water. When you turned around, you bumped straight into a broad, muscular chest and your nose was hit with the scent of a familiar aftershave. ‘Careful, sweetheart,’ an all too familiar voice said and you slowly looked up into the eyes of the one and only Clay Barber. He hadn’t changed much aside from the silver hair which you had to admit suited him really well. His hands had come out to rest on your upper arms to steady you when you turned around and you could feel his touch burning through the layers of your jacket and t-shirt.
‘Clay, hi!’ You exclaimed, trying your best not to sound too nervous. You smiled up at him and was met with a wide grin stretching across his lips. ‘How have you been?’
‘Hiya, (Y/N), I’ve been alright, had a couple of run ins with the police a few years back but now I’m getting back into my stand-up stuff. What about you, how have you been, it’s been what? 10 years since I last saw you?’
‘It’s good to see you too! I’ve been okay, couple of TV shows, a bit of theatre, nothing too big.’ You replied, shrugging your shoulders lightly.
‘Well it’s real good to see you,’ Clay said, pulling you in for a tight hug that lingered perhaps a little longer than normal. The call for the table read is what pulled the two of you apart and you both headed over to the table, only to find yourselves sitting next to each other.
You were relieved as you were heading back to your trailer after the table read that everyone had seemed to slip back into old times and it was if no time had passed and you found that you absolutely loved the new script. The only thing that left you uneasy was the tension that you felt between you and Clay. Sitting next to each other for the past couple of hours had proved a lot more difficult than you had thought; you kept feeling Clay’s shoulder brush against yours and the small chuckle that would escape his lips at the odd funny line would send you right back to ten years ago when you would make him laugh, making a comment about one of your co-stars who had annoyed you that day.
You closed the door to your trailer behind you and threw yourself onto the sofa, letting out a heavy sigh as you stretched out, feeling your back click. A short while later, you were still laying on the sofa, reading a book when you heard a soft knock. ‘It’s open,’ you called out, not having the energy to get up and answer the door yourself.
‘Hey, I was just wondering if we could have a chat?’ Clay asked, stepping into your trailer and closing the door behind him. It was the sound of the lock clicking shut that grabbed your attention and made you sit up, putting your book to the side as your eyes refused to leave Clay.
‘Yeah, sure, what’s up?’ you replied, sounding a bit too high pitched to pass as normal as you scooted over and made space for him to sit next to you. He walked over and sat down, making sure to keep a bit of a distance from you.
‘I know it’s been ten years but I know you felt it at the table read earlier.’ He said bluntly, his eyes burning into yours.
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about,’ you replied, looking away from his gaze to look down at your lap, fiddling with your hands slightly.
‘Bullshit,’ he said, moving closer to you on the sofa until his leg was brushing against yours, something you were incredibly aware of. ‘You felt it.’ Your breath hitched as Clay’s head leaned closer to yours until you could feel his breath brushing across your neck. ‘It’s been ten years and I’ve thought about you every day. So, what do you say we finally give this a try?’
‘Clay,’ you breathed out when his lips attached themselves to your neck. It was taking everything in you in that moment not to just give in and not to let him crawl on top of you. No matter how much you wanted it, you knew Clay which meant that there was a very good chance that he was saying all of this just to get you underneath him, no matter if you might hope otherwise. ‘Clay, come on, we can’t. You don’t mean it, you just want to get laid again,’ you laughed lightly, trying to diffuse some of the tension in the room; it didn’t work.
‘Not with you.’ He muttered against your skin, not taking his lips away from your neck. His hands had made their way around your waist and he was gently tugging you towards him as he spoke. ‘I wouldn’t lie about something like that with you,’ he pulled his lips away from your neck to look at you and you didn’t know what it was, but something about the way he was looking at you made you believe that he was telling the truth so you did the one thing you’d been holding back from all day; you finally let your lips crash onto his.
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Imagine: Being in Love with Clay Barber…and Him Feeling the Same
Gender Neutral Reader
Age Gap (You’re 23 years old)
Long one-shot not edited
Being a child actor was hard for you, especially when you wanted to do a hundred different things. Unlike Zack, your fellow childhood friend costar, you threw a tantrum every time your parents wanted you to do a new tv show or movie. Zack, he did everything but he had the luxury of having a clinging mother and being oblivious of the real world.
World of drugs, violence, sex, neglect, and most importantly exploitation.
Yes, you did love being on the show “Step Right Up” but sadly no one could save you from your parents and self. Especially not Clay Barber, who you had started gaining a crush on when you became a preteen before the show ended. Though he was a world class ass with a drinking and drug problem, he was still nicer to you than your whole family and fake friends. Sticking to just being friends with Zack actually made you feel less lonely and you started to become more passionate about other things in life.
Music.
Games.
Horror movies.
Of course, your parents since you were their money source wanted you to pursue these—and you did—but not how they wanted you to.
After “Step Right Up” ended, you rebelled like no other making the media and fans to never forget about you. You didn’t do anything bad per say but your music was incredibly truthful about your life and Hollywood that it helped changed the music industry…which then changed the film business as well.
You were depressed.
Broken.
Abused.
Suicidal.
Making music at the young age of fourteen, your parents started backing off not wanting anymore attention than what was already brought by you.
Skipping over a few years later, you go to a comedic show.
Clay was one of the comedians which was why you decided to go. Teens and adults were excited you were there and wanted your autograph, pictures, a hug but you didn’t really pay them any mind. All you could do in the crowd of the theater was to stare at Clay Barber. And he stares back.
That night you two went to a Mexican restaurant and though you knew he was just being kind, you called him out on it.
“The question is (your name), why are you here with me? Out of everyone from the cast you are the most successful. Even more than the ginger kid and the duchess. You changed the music industry and even slowly changing the modeling and acting field. You’re doing all that while I’m just a fuck up. A young, talented pup like you shouldn’t be with an old dog like me.”
“I like you.”
“Well…maybe you shouldn’t.”
And you agreed, you shouldn’t but not for the reasons he gave you.
What you didn’t know at that time was that Clay was enjoying your company. And that he loves your music and videos, even if the genre isn’t his cup of coffee, loves the different roles you took because you actually wanted to be in the movies, and how resilient you are against your family. To him you are like the lovely painting, Mona Lisa. Remembering how you were as a kid, smiling to everyone even though he knew it was as fake as your parents love. He’d pay to see your parents drown for how much they caused your suffering.
Then, by some fucked up miracle, you get a call from Hulu three years later about them wanting to reboot the old sitcom you grew up doing. At first, you wanted to tell them they can “shove it,” but instead you put on your adult pants and told them you’ll call the extension back with your answer. Hanging up on them, you think about Zack, Reed, Bree, and ultimately Clay.
Dialing Clay, you shook your leg nervously and impatiently. Doing this every time you text or call him, you can’t help but feel shy and anxious.
“Hello,” he answers amusingly.
“Have you heard about Hulu doing a reboot of “Step Right Up”?”
“Wait what? Are you for real?
“Guess you haven’t got the call yet.”
Standing on set, you take it all in.
Childhood memories, mostly unwanted, come swarming in and it’s almost hard to breath but no one know you are having a panic attack. At least that was what you thought. Clay sees you after he greeted Bree with Reed and as those two are having an awkward moment he decided to walk over.
“How long has it been?”
“About a year,” you breath out, beating at yourself about being too busy with movies and record deals to see Clay at least once in awhile.
He smiled and opened his arm for a hug. Gladly accepting it, you bury your face in his shirt, trying to get your bearings back as he rubbed his warm, big hands over your back comfortingly. “Chin up, we’re taking a picture.”
After a long failed picture attempt because of Reed being too much of a theatrical actor, you meet the director and learned almost at the end of the day that the original director came back…and you’ve dealt with men like him. He’s not a bad guy per say, Gordon, but when he said to Reed, “Who the fuck do you think you are,” it racked chills to your core and instinctually sitting next to Clay you grab his arm.
You have never seen Gordon like this.
Yeah, you may have seen him call Reed and Clay a bunch of stupid Jackasses. But for him to blatantly pull out his authority card, you wanted to just go the hell back home.
Away from here.
Realizing that you are a talented and important person, the chills from you vanish. About to take your hand from Clay’s arm, Clay puts his hand over yours and gives it a squeeze but keeps it on him arm. Looking at him, you see that he is scared.
Remembering the only reason you accepted coming back was because of him, you squeeze his arm to your chest and keep him there. He doesn’t react, solely focused on the confrontation happening.
Would it affect you if the reboot never happens? No.
But it sure would affect him.
It became clear when he told Hannah at her door that if he doesn’t do something during the day, bad shit finds him…you are guilty for laughing at that but it was funny when he said it.
From that day little things would happen between you two.
Friendly smiles passing by.
His hand on your back.
Light touches in scenes.
You giving him sips of your soda since he can’t drink alcohol.
Him giving you random snacks before rehearsals.
Little things like that.
After Zack’s mom gave him a blowjob, he felt great at that time but not satisfied. Sure, he has mommy issues but he knows who he wants to give him a blow.
You.
Whether you’ve done it or not, he doesn’t care. He’d first show you pleasure and then teach you after if it’d be your first time. And him thinking this after he left Zack’s mom in the trailer—he felt disgusted from not only thinking about you but not being with you. A double whammy.
And seeing you walk by, giving him a wave, he knew then and there that he was screwed and wanted you.
“(Your name), we need to talk,” he knocked on your trailer’s door. Opening it, there was silence. Wanting to talk but not being able to from the twist of atmosphere and how deeply he was staring into your eyes.
Finally, he steps forward to let himself in and captures your lips.
“We need to talk pup,” he whispers and takes your mouth to his once again.
#clay barber#clay#reboot#reboot 2022#johnny knoxville#x reader#gender neutral reader#gender neutral#reboot x gn reader#reboot x reader#Clay barber x reader#Clay barber x gender neutral reader#Clay barber x gn reader#reader#imagine
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i could fix hi-
nvm i want him messy and unhinged
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oh i’m gonna be so obsessed with clay barber this is bad
#johnny knoxville#clay barber#reboot#jackass#especially because of the mommy issues oh my god#he’s so sexy and horrible i love him
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Out of Control
Featuring Johnny Knoxville as Clay Barber, mentions of death, alcohol, and Reboot spoilers.
Word Count: 792
A/N: Okay, this is a rough topic, but I really wanted to write some Clay. It’s sad, but what do you except. Could always right a sequel of this fanfiction if you’d all like.
It was just one drink, he told himself. Though one turned into two, two turned into three, three turned into four, and after a while he wasn’t sure how many drinks he ended up drinking. Enough that he was on the floors of a shitty bar bathroom, on his knees swaying in front of the toilet. It was just one drink, he told himself. It was just supposed to be one drink. 30 days of sobriety down the drain, or was it 31? He couldn’t remember now that his brain was filled with a dull buzz. His thoughts all jumbled up like a game of scramble.
He was freezing as he hurled over the toilet, though the bar was as warm as it could be. His skin caked in layers of sweat, he felt dirty, and cold to the bone. He didn’t know how he even ended up here in front of a toilet, the seat had cracks in it. Graffiti littering the walls, and a tied up condom laid next to the toilet from someone else’s endeavors.
Tilting his head forward as he felt bile come up from his throat. Soon flooding his mouth as his hands instinctively shot forward and grasped onto the edges of the seat. Finding himself gagging on the stale beer mixed with stomach acid in his mouth. And as he coughed it up he fell forward, head banging against the front of the seat, and the vomit that came from his mouth getting all over himself and the floor. His knees buckled, somewhere along the lines he ended up in some makeshift feedle position in a pile of his own puke. Which was practically a rainbow of colours in itself.
As he laid there in his pile of filth he trembled. Head pressed against the grainy tile floor, all he heard was his own heartbeat. Though, very much could be the loud music beats bouncing off the floor into his ear drum. Thump. Thump. Thump. The more he listened the more nausea ran over him, his body filled with tremors, and as the bile raised up his throat once again he couldn’t find himself able to pull himself back up and off the ground.
The feedle position he once was laying in became another. His eyes staring up at the ceiling, arms spread out like some starfish position. Limbs too heavy to lift up, and his legs bound to the ground. As he laid there, the puke that soon filled his mouth. Clay suddenly realized one thing and one thing alone. It was the fact he couldn’t open his mouth, and the more he thought about it the more stuff he started to realize, he couldn’t feel his fingers, his toes, or anything. It was like he was paralyzed.
The main thing though was he couldn’t breath. The throw up in his mouth wouldn’t go down or come out, and within an instant he was choking. His lungs stung as he tried to grasp onto just even a small breath of air, and none would come to him. Tears sprung from his eyes. All he could do now as he plummeted down a rabbit hole was think about what everyone might say. He needed to be at the set tomorrow, and Bree? She’d be so disappointed in him, but why should he care? He didn’t know, but it didn’t matter because his head was getting all fuzzy and he couldn’t think coherent thoughts. All it was filled with was his struggle to breath; and rapid heart rate. The more he struggled the more it burned, and the more he struggled the heavier his eyelids seemed to feel.
He could only choke for so long, like clockwork. After so long of choking on his own bodily fluids, his body seized, and his eyes drew shut. His rapid heart rate slowed down, and as he went out like a light he heard something, a door opening, someone frantic cause he forgot to lock the stall. By the time they got to him though, he was out
The hands that soon were shaking at him. Prodding at his chest, trying to get him back up. The attempts of cpr, the substances that came from his mouth finally, but he was out. The thumps of his desperate alcoholic heart dialed down. Until there were none, just a very sick sight. A dead Clay Barber in the presence of god knows who. Trying to get him back up, someone else in the corner of the bathroom called 911, while the other person continued at some cpr. He wasn’t able to stay sober, leaving the world behind.
With just the wonder alone of what everyone would think of him, as expected, hm?
#reboot#clay barber#bree#bree marie larson#zack#suicide#death#alcohol#alcohol poisoning#jackass 3d#jackass#jackass forever#jackass fanfiction#johnny knoxville fanfiction#johnny knoxville#ao3 writer#angst prompt#drabble#sadnees#sad thoughts#music#heavy heart#character death#sobriety#bars#reboot fanfiction#in character
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I’m unbelievably in love with Clay Barber
from his mommy issues to how he helps his friends
he’s a precious being and is to be protected at all costs
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if i was reed (ha) i would have just had gay sex with clay to even things out
#if clay was a real g he would have suggested it himself 😔#nw: reboot hulu#reed sterling#clay barber
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A playlist for an ADHD pluran who was influenced by crustpunk culture and is a co-host of a quoigenic DID system. A pluran who is also fictionkin, intoverted, loves gaming and also being a content creator, is interested in digital personas and has a tendency to escape into the digital world to help him cope with chronic illness and trauma. With additional themes of jokingly being both chronically online and young and dumb.
Tracklist:
Smash Mouth - All Star
Value Select, Lord Windemere - The Realistic Party
Oliver Tree, Little Big, Tommy Cash - Welcome To The Internet
Jreg - I Watch My YouTube Videos At 2x Speed
pewdiepie, Party In Backyard - Mine All Day
Witt Lowry - Tiny Shiny Objects
Eminem - Cum On Everybody
420 Unloveable, Splash Daddy, Okthxbb - Wii Tennis
The Happy Fits - Go Dumb
Pat The Bunny - I'm Going Home
Toby Fox - Dummy!
You can listen to it here.
Mod Haze (🎮Greyson)
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Hey this is 🎮Greyson! I finally posted my playlist lolz. Anyways if you want, you can follow my personal @guapl0rd. Tbh though i post most often on our singletsona blog which is linked thru our mod page. If you're curious about my specific kins, I have them in the tags. Anyways i hope this playlist vibes with some people. Dont take it too serious! B)
#pluran#fictionkin#homestuck kin#steven universe kin#psych kin#rick and morty kin#moral orel kin#sweeney todd the demon barber of fleet street kin#brooklyn 99 kin#dave strider kin#jerry smith kin#shawn spencer kin#clay puppington kin#toby kin#charles boyle kin#meme rap#meme music#rap#folk punk#indie pop#8bit music#playlist#sweet home kin#hyun cha kin#actuallyadhd#adhd#🎮#mod haze
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i find it so painfully ironic and hilarious that reboot (2022)'s final episode was centered around the show succeeding in not getting cancelled.... only for it to get cancelled irl
#LIKE THAT'S SO LMFAOOOO#it's also kinda sad#the show was great#it genuinely had some potential#if the team just promoted it more idk#that would've been great#the cast was amazing#the writing??? so good and clever#it's literally such a good satire of the tv industry#so sad#hulu do better pls#also i just want my babygirl clay barber back#reboot hulu#reboot (2022)#johnny knoxville#i'm going off the rails on a crazy train ; caz talks
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clay barber smut pleaseee🙏🙏🙏
Distraction
You walked up to Clay’s front door with a pep in your step; you had just wrapped filming for the reboot of Step Right Up and you were excited for the rest of the world to see it. You were especially happy that you and Clay had seemed to be rekindling the flame that the two of you had during the original series. Knocking on his door, you hummed happily to yourself, excited to see Clay’s new house. You couldn’t help but be proud of him for the fact he had really thrown himself into getting sober and he was doing incredibly well.
A couple of seconds after you knocked, the door swung open and Clay stood in front of you, his eyes seemingly wary and slightly red around the edges, giving you the impression that he had been crying before you turned up.
‘Hey, baby,’ he said quietly, his lips turning up into a small smile as he stepped aside, letting you walk in before closing the door behind you both. You looked around the dark open space to see that there was a single chair sitting in the centre of the room and a smaller footstall opposite it, though you couldn’t make out what was on it; it was clear to you that Clay hadn’t done anything in the way of making the house his just yet.
‘Hey, what’s wrong?’ you asked, stepping towards him and reaching out to put your hand on his cheek. His eyes stared at you as his hands came out to grip your waist tightly and pull you close to him, almost as if he was making sure that you were there.
‘Have you seen the gift they’ve sent us all for wrapping the series?’ he said, his tone dull as he refused to look anywhere but at you.
‘No, I haven’t been home yet, I came straight here from the studios, why?’ you asked, confused as to why this would be important to him.
‘It’s on the stool,’ he said, forcing himself to lightly nudge you away from him and in the direction of the chair and stool. Frowning at him in confusion, you made your way over to the centre of the room and your heart broke when you saw the bottle of whiskey sitting on top of the stool. Picking it up by the neck of the bottle, you turned to face him, walking past him to open his front door. Before closing it again, you placed the bottle on the doorstep for you to take with you when you left.
‘Baby, were you just sitting here staring at it?’ you knew that he hadn’t drank any when you felt that the seal was still intact when you picked it up.
‘I couldn’t help it,’ he said, his arms coming back around your waist as your arms slid up his chest to loop around his neck. ‘I came here and it was just sitting there waiting for me, I didn’t trust myself around it so I thought that if I could just hold out until you got here then I’d be okay.’
You pulled him down into a hug, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to stop your own tears from slipping down your cheeks; you knew that Clay needed you to be strong for the both of you right now. Clay’s fingers clenched around your waist as he pulled back slightly to lean down and press his lips to you. The way his lips moved desperately against your own, you knew exactly what he needed.
‘Sit down, baby,’ you said softly against his lips and he quickly shook his head, holding onto you even tighter.
‘If we sit down, I’m just going to be thinking of that bottle sitting outside,’ he protested, the pace of his words quickening the more he thought about the bottle you had taken out of his house.
‘Trust me, baby,’ you said, both of your hands coming up to cup his cheeks and you felt him relax against you almost instantly. ‘Go and sit down.’
Trusting you implicitly, moved towards the chair, his hand catching in yours as he dragged you along with him. As soon as he was seated in the chair in the middle of the room, you slowly dropped to your knees in front of you and you had to bite back the laugh as you watched his face light up when he realised what was going to happen.
‘You need a distraction,’ you said, using your hands on his thighs to pull yourself up slightly so you were able to press a gentle kiss to his lips, pulling away before he had the chance to deepen it. Your fingers made quick work of his belt and jeans as you pulled his jeans and boxers down his leg before wrapping your hand around his cock, pumping up and down a couple of times, enjoying the small groan that left Clay’s lips.
‘Fuck,’ he moaned lowly as your head lowered to take the tip of his cock between your lips and suckling lightly. His hand threaded through your hair, just letting it rest in your hair for the time being. Humming happily, you lowered your head further, letting his cock slip down your throat until your nose was pressed against his stomach. You felt his fingers tighten in your hair as he pulled you back up his cock until just his tip was between your lips. ‘Your so good to me baby, you know that?’
Instead of replying, you looked up at him from under your eyelashes and lowered your head back down. You reached up to wrap your hand around the wrist that was attached to the hand that was buried in your hair, signalling that you wanted him to take control. Almost immediately, Clay’s hand started pulling you up and down his cock, moaning softly every time he heard you gag when his cock hit the back of your throat.
Your hands landed on his thighs and your nails dug into his skin as you moaned around his cock, the vibrations causing his hips to buck up as he pushed your head down. It wasn’t long before Clay held your head still and started to quickly thrust into your mouth, his thrusts getting sloppy the closer he got to his orgasm. Your tongue flitted out to swirl around the head of his cock every time he left your mouth.
‘Fuck, baby, I’m not gonna last much longer, where do you want it?’ your eyes met his and you forced your head further down onto his cock, giving him your answer. Clay threw his head back as he pushed your head down until his cock was fully down your throat as he came. You swallowed as much as you could but you couldn’t help but let some escape out of the side of your mouth, travelling down towards your jaw.
He carefully pulled out and used his finger to swipe at the cum that was dripping from the corner of your mouth. ‘Open,’ he said and as soon as you opened your mouth, he wiped his finger on your tongue, letting you suckle on the tip of his finger for a moment before pulling you up to sit on his lap.
‘That distracted you enough?’ you asked with a cheeky grin that made Clay’s hand connect with your jean-covered ass lightly.
‘Watch it,’ he warned before leaning up to kiss you, groaning when his tongue slipped into your mouth and tasted himself on your tongue. ‘Thank you,’ he said quietly.
‘Anytime,’ you said, grinning at him as you pecked his lips once more. ‘Though you should probably get a bed in here so you can fuck me properly,’ you commented lightly which made Clay chuckle.
‘I’ll get right on it.’
#johnny knoxville#johnny knoxville imagine#johnny knoxville x reader#johnny knoxville smut#reboot on hulu#clay barber
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it’s all fun and games till you got a thing about getting praise…. like if dico ever told me I did a good job I’d fall on spot
#SORRY#been thinking very hard on my whole thing with praise lately#This is such a clay barber moment#Want someone to give me orange slices n shit (dico)#honestly why am I sorry I’ve seen more inappropriate things on here and for the record I actually didn’t say anything 🤨#jackass#viva la bam#cky#brandon dicamillo#dico
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there was not nearly enough clay barber in the last reboot episode!!
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My take on the tailor from The Story of Little Suck-a-Thumb!
Heavily inspired by the Playbill cover of Sweeney Todd's original Broadway run :=3]
#little suck-a-thumb#struwwelpeter#fairy tale#fairy tale art#german fairytales#sweeney todd#mrs lovett#the demon barber of fleet street#polymer clay#sculpture#sculpey#miniature#miniature art#acrylic gouache
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#jamie vardy#england#footballer#football#hairbond#hair wax#hair clay#hair pomade#pomade#mens hair#mens hair style#haircut#barbershop#barber#barbering#barber life
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weaponized incompetence. [blurb.]
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event | jan '23 blurb night
summary | when faced with orgasm troubles, who could be better to trust than an expert in the field? surely he has nothing but sound intentions...
pairing | doctor!andy barber x reader
warnings | andy presents as soft and kind enough but what he is doing is so evil and cruel, all the gaslighting in the world, alllll the yummy medfet elements (or at least most of them): exam table, gloves, restraints, etc., clit cream hehe <3, reader isn't unwilling but she is extremely distressed, crying, humiliation, clinical babble, encouragement, REAL PUFF PUFF BEHAVIOR, edging, no happy ending >:^(
word count | 628
requested by anon | Reader visits Dr. Mean (Ari/Steve/Bucky) because she can’t orgasm. Dr.(whoever you chose) decides to help her as only his fingers, mouth, cock, med equipment can, but realizes if he makes her cum- she won’t need to come back. So he stops right at the edge. Every time. Several times in one session. He tells her how worried he is she can’t cum, and if she tries on her own or with a non medical professional, she may get worse/sick/hurt.
an | ohh bestie this is so sexy of you, i love all of this hehe <3 i hope it's alright that i went with andy, i just thought he could fit this idea really well (and we have plenty of stevie and ari coming later lol!) thanks so much for sharing, you slutty mastermind :^)
"C'mon, sweetheart. You're doing so good for me."
With the tops of your calves straining against the strong nylon restraints holding you in place, you did your best to keep your sobs at bay as your chest rose and fell heavily with each agonizing breath. You weren't sure how long you had been there, strapped to that dreaded exam table with your legs spread wide and high, the calm, steady presence of Dr. Barber placed directly at the entrance to your most private places as he tried to assist you in your seemingly hopeless conquest of achieving an orgasm. You had gotten close, painfully close, so many times at the doctor's skillful hands. But for some reason, you just couldn't manage to cross the finish line.
As the dark-haired man pulled away momentarily to change his gloves, the old pair dripping from your heightened state of arousal, you blinked back further tears. What if it's hopeless, you wondered. The sound of Dr. Barber snapping on a new pair of gloves made you wince; gazing up at you sympathetically, he spoke with a softened tone. "Here, I have one more thing I wanna try. It's a sensitizing cream," he explained as he grabbed the packet from the tray beside him, "nothing scary or painful. But it should help increase your sensitivity to my touch."
He squeezed out a fair amount of the clear gel onto his gloved pointer finger, warming the product between its pad and his thumb before trailing his gaze back up to your abused sex. Focusing in on your little bundle of nerves, he gathered it between his finger and thumb like a little bead of clay, rolling it tenderly to cover the entire nub in the punishing paste. Its effects could be felt almost instantly; with more tears welling in your eyes, a loud whimper sounded in your throat. "Shhh, you're alright," the doctor crooned, his other hand coming up to tease a few fingers at the entrance to your soaked heat. "Here we go, honey. One more time for me," he mumbled as he began fucking two of his large digits back into you, continuing to roll your puffy clit between fingers as it only swelled further in size.
"Your clitoris is responding well to the cream, I can feel it throbbing against me," he noted as your heart began to race at the building sensations. "Your Grafenberg spot seems to be in perfect working order too," he added as he thrust his fingers up against the soft, squishy ceiling of your inner walls. "Can you feel it building up inside of you, y/n? Are you starting to get the urge to let go, to release?"
"Yes, yes-" you panted, squeezing your eyes shut as you strained once more against the heavy restraints the doctor had put in place. "Please doctor, I-I can feel it coming, I-..."
"That's it, sweetheart. Almost there. Just gotta..." But just as you felt yourself reaching the precipice of your pent-up frustrations, Dr. Barber's voice cut in like a hot knife as things began to sputter out, the feelings dying down to your absolute horror. "Oh dear, again...?" he sighed as he spread back the hood of your clit with his thumb and forefinger, watching the poor little nub twitch and spasm in hopeless need. At your realization of yet another failure, you couldn't help it; heaving, you began to sob loudly in despair. "Shhh, shhh," the doctor tried to console you, snapping off his gloves before wheeling his stool up to sit at your side, reaching out a consoling hand to stroke your arm. "It's alright, sweetheart. We'll keep trying. I won't give up on you, y/n. You just have to keep working with me, okay?"
#eun's writing#weaponized incompetence#eun's blurb nights#jan ‘23 blurb night#andy barber#andy barber smut#andy barber fanfiction#andy barber one shot#andy barber imagine#andy barber headcanon#andy barber blurb#andy barber drabble#dark!andy barber#andy barber x reader#andy barber x y/n#chris evans#chris evans smut#defending jacob
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