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johnny-coxville · 1 year

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

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

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Johnny x fem!reader fluff

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Too Close!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Idiots.

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philipjohnclapp · 1 year

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Could you write an enemies to lovers fic with steve-o? The readers his neighbor and they do not get along at all until they do. Can be fem reader but GN is fine with me too !

My Annoying Neighbor Steve

Including: Steve-O and a female reader

Word Count: 1922

A/N: This is from the prospective of the reader and it is kinda sorta first person. Didn’t get too romantic, but it’s still kinda sorta a relationship. I hope it’s what you wanted, and if you want a sequel let me know! This is kinda sorta my first time writing this way, and Y/N is still new to me, I hope it wasn’t too specific and could relate to y'all. Feedback is always welcome and requests are too!

You moved to California for two things, one being to start fresh and just for an opportunity to ‘start over’ and two being a road to fame. Everyone moved to California to be famous and it was a hit or miss, you being one of those many crowd pleasers who came for just that. Except it hadn’t been relatively easy, and rocky more than ever.

It all started with when you got there you spent ages trying to find affordable living, somewhere along the lines of when you first came here you met a friend. In the early beginnings you were living out of your car, but out of the kindness of y/f/n heart they let you stay with them until you found a home.

That wasn’t long at all for you to manage to snag an apartment, affordable living, two bedroom, one bathroom, kitchen, and living room. Everything for a decent price, and you snagged it instantly. Moving in with what you had and over the course of a few months you saved and bought furniture to furnish it, mostly second hand or found in alleyways. Because as a rather poor young adult you didn’t have the money for top of the line things; not yet anyways.

But from the moment you’ve moved in you hadn’t managed to get a wink of sleep, your bed wasn’t the problem, or the apartment itself. It was your damn neighbor, and to be frank you didn’t even know his name. Some practically bald asshole who got a kick on fucking with you every hour of the night. Especially late when you finally achieve sleep he will go blare the loudest of music. Blaring against the wall that separated your apartment from his. Along with that somewhere along the lines he bashed a damn hole through the wall.

Course after so much of this and noise complaint after noise complaint he was only getting louder and more of a thorn in your side. You could only be restless for so long, already considering just leaving and staying with your friend, but you didn’t know when you’d get another house to yourself. So, you sucked it up. Because that’s all you could do with what you’ve been dealt with.

After a long day of working at your shitty job all you wanted to do was go home and sleep, and when you finally got home it was radio silent. You couldn’t be any happier as you haphazardly shoved the keys into the keyhole and turned the knob to the left before pushing the door open and stepping inside. Finding yourself restless almost immediately you walked around the random piles of trinkets and clothes sprawled out in your apartment; never really had the time to clean and you didn’t have many friends or any at all, so, you didn’t clean. Eyeing the couch you immediately collapsed onto it. Finding it in some alleyway by a coffee shop you frequent. Better than paying for one that’s for sure.

The old raggedy couch beated the floor, and as you managed to get comfortable you slowly shut your eyes as you tried to drift off. You’d eat later, because right now all you could think about was your wacky sleep schedule and how desperate you were to sleep, but right as you were on the brink of it you heard a loud noise. Banging on the walls from your damn neighbor and all you could do is groan as you sat back up on the couch. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to sleep, but it had been like this for days now. Seems like your noise filled neighbor never slept either.

The banging continued as you sunk a bit deeper into the back of your thrifty couch, followed by spurts of random curses as he yelled at you, talking about how much he hated you; his neighbor. Saying how stupid you were and stuff like that. You just pressed two fingers against your temple as you started to have a headache because of him, trying to soothe yourself. You ended up deciding you’d go out and smoke on the rooftop, because you didn’t want to stay a second longer listening to your disrespectful neighbor. Plus, you were craving something to ease your nerves anyways, smoking would do.

Pulling yourself up and off the couch you started towards your small counter, which also was practically your table too. You grabbed your small baggy of pre-wrapped blunts and tucked them into your hoodies pocket. Before walking to the front door and sliding back on your beaten shoes. That you’ve had for way longer than you should’ve, but money had been tight, and you didn’t see the point in buying something you hadn’t exactly needed, so they’d work. Until they broke down beyond repair. Once you squeezed the pair on you were quick to open your apartment door and walk outside into the hallway. Turning around to shut the door behind you, you were suddenly interrupted by a guy with a rather hoarse voice. One that made your head turn to look over at him.

Just your luck the voice matched exactly who you thought it would’ve, making you groan in annoyance and you glared at him. He gave you a rather puzzled look on his face in response, why was he so confused? You were quick to find out, “Who are you? My neighbor's girlfriend?” He was astonished. From the looks of it he wasn’t expecting you to come outta there, and you didn’t have to answer him either, so you didn’t. Rolling your eyes and walking around him to the staircase so you could get to the rooftop. He was just trying to mess with you, and you weren’t about to give him the time of day.

He started to say something to argue, or maybe get you to stay, but you didn’t. Not wanting to see your annoying neighbor any longer, a smoke was more important than him as you disappeared into the staircase, walking up it until you reached the rooftop door, which you soon opened.

Walking onto the rooftop, you heard the metal door shut by itself behind you. Feeling a breeze hit your skin, it was kind of cold out. Not cold enough for you to complain since you were wearing a hood, along with that blunt would cover for the lack of warmth too. Walking a few steps forward until you were practically touching the metal bar separating you from the drop. The view was nice enough considering it practically looked like a desert out there, and along with that you were in one of the worst areas in California to live in. Which started to make sense as your neighbor had found his way into your mind once more.

Digging your hand back into your hoodie's front pocket you opened your zip block bag and pulled out one of the blunts. You had wrapped it yourself a few days or so ago. It was just some weed, tobacco was okay, but weed was harmless. Something that also calms you down, and it was one of those times that you needed to calm down. You shut the zip block baggy as you pulled the blunt out of your pocket and you heard the door opening behind you.

And that’s when you had realized you didn’t have a lighter on you, and you could immediately tell who it was. Just because of the earliest events. With your stupid neighbor, and his even stupider hair cut. Turning your head ever so slightly as he approached you. A bit of worry in his step, seemingly rather guilty, and in his hands he held a lighter, once your eyes landed on that he gave a smile. As in an “I’m sorry” type of way. Least that’s what you could gather from his demeanor.

You lifted out your hand and he passed you your lighter, but once you looked at it, it wasn’t yours at all. That made your eyebrows furrow, as you looked right back at his face, “Is this your way of apologizing?” You asked, almost condescendingly. He just frowned and shook his head ever so slightly.

“No, wait! Yes, maybe?” The words he said made little to no sense, and as he realized it his face flushed red. You just stared at him with an amusing smirk on your face as you put the blunt up to your lips and held it there, lighting it with your new found lighter, and taking a rather long drag from it.

You decided to compromise with him, maybe he really didn’t know you were living next door and he didn’t mean it after all. Least by the lighter and how embarrassed he was. Maybe you could forgive him with time, “..Okay, so, spit it out. What do you want?” You asked, he must’ve come here for something, and the lighter just wasn’t cutting it for an apology.

He didn’t respond as quickly as last time, with what you said sorta puzzled him. He didn’t come prepared, and didn’t have much time to think anyways. All he knew was he thought you were real pretty, higher than a 6, out of his League, and he wanted to get to know you. So, he made a big move, broke and all he still had to do was try and make amends with his rather cute neighbor.

“What if I take you out to dinner, would you forgive me then?” He bursted out suddenly, just a friendly gesture. He’d even promise not to bother her any longer. No more making holes and disturbing her sleep for a change.

That condescending smirk you held turned into an actual genuine smile, and you laughed, offering him a hit from your blunt. You thought about it, was he asking you out? And for some reason you felt compelled to say sure, only on one condition. “Are you asking me on a date, Steve?” You questioned, you knew his name, and his nickname. Had a ring to it, but you weren’t buddy buddy, so you wouldn’t use it. Not yet anyways.

If it was even possibly for his face to get any redder it did, and he just nodded ever so slightly, you caught him dead in his tracks, “Erm, sorta, dude. If you would be okay with that.” He mustered in response, as he took the blunt from you and took a drag. Before handing it back to you. Maybe things with the neighbor girl would get better. He never thought he’d like his neighbor either. And of course, he accidentally said dude to a chick, but he was nervous, and you couldn’t blame him.

He seemed rather straightforward, and you liked that. Even with his slip up, and you giggled as you replied, “Okay, sure, as long as you’re paying and will stop bothering me all day long.” You decided on, then maybe you’d forgive him, but of course you already had. He wasn’t exactly charming, but surprisingly he said just the right things. To you anyways.

His eyes lit up as you agreed finally, nodding his head immediately, he agreed to the terms, “Yes ma’am,” he shot back, the ma’am part being a joke for the most part, and he had no problem agreeing to the terms. Suddenly you found your annoying noisy neighbor, less annoying, and noisy? Well, he’d have to work on that.

This was a start to an amazing relationship.

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margeraforever · 2 years

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y’all johnny knoxville in the roller buffalo stunt is one of the most attractive things i’ve seen a man do and i’ve grown to believe that johnny knoxville is just so goddam fine dancing and having a blast then literally getting trampled AGHHHHH

#jackass #johnny knoxville #jackass2 #buffalo #one of the most fine men on EARTH

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cmast68-blog · 6 years

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My week in Chucks... Weekly posts until my baby gets back from USMC boot camp.. ♥ #converse #conversefamily #chucks #chucktaylor #chuckseveryday #lifeinchucks #thetravelingchucks #allstar #instachucks #chuckollectors #plaid #jackass2 #armygreen #frayed #foofighters #aweekinchucks (at Nassau County, New York)

#jackass2 #allstar #armygreen #foofighters #instachucks #conversefamily #lifeinchucks #chuckollectors #frayed #chucktaylor #converse #aweekinchucks #chucks #plaid #thetravelingchucks #chuckseveryday

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pigeonwholemotorcyclepodcas-blog · 4 years

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Thor from @the1moto and @seeseemotorcycles talks jumping, racing and crashing and insights on the One Moto Show this February. Listen in bio ⬆️⬆️ . . . . #onemotoshow #portland #custommotorcycle #motorcycleracing #daredevil #motorcycleshow #builtnotbought #supporttheindependents #crazyshit #jackass2 #thordrake #podcastersofinstagram #motorcyclesofinstagram (at Genius Pants Media) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7OreOPBaVV/?igshid=1ggo246bayaqk

#onemotoshow #portland #custommotorcycle #motorcycleracing #daredevil #motorcycleshow #builtnotbought #supporttheindependents #crazyshit #jackass2 #thordrake #podcastersofinstagram #motorcyclesofinstagram

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efrenmcs-blog · 7 years

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WARNING!! NO APTO PARA SENSIBLES #jackass2

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vane-montoya-blog1 · 5 years

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Happy birthday sweet boy, love u so very much♡ . . . . . . . . . #jackass #jackass2 #jackass3 #chrispontius #birthday #happybirthday #cake #happy https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz9kirfAAv1/?igshid=su97ahl05kc2

#jackass #jackass2 #jackass3 #chrispontius #birthday #happybirthday #cake #happy

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rcbike69 · 7 years

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Don't be a Jack Ass? Ride Your Bike!!! #monterey #montereybay #jackass #jackass2 #ryandunn #jonnyknoxville #funnyvideos #funnymemes #makeup #fxmakeup #fxmakeupartist #mtb #bmx #roadbike (at Sports Center Bicycles)

#roadbike #mtb #jonnyknoxville #jackass #bmx #jackass2 #funnymemes #fxmakeup #montereybay #fxmakeupartist #monterey #funnyvideos #makeup #ryandunn

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youngemodernlaughs · 7 years

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I was a real #Jackass and forgot it was @johnnyknoxville birthday till there was only ten minutes left this stunt broke open a whole new level of comedy thank you for reminding us all if you're gonna be dumb you gotta be tough. #johnnyknoxville #jackass2 #hero #babe #fearless #mcm #hapsbirthday #bicenntenialbmx

#mcm #hero #bicenntenialbmx #babe #fearless #hapsbirthday #jackass #johnnyknoxville #jackass2

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johnny-coxville · 1 year

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

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

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At Last.

Johnny Knoxville x fem!reader nsfw

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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MASTERLIST

THIS IS MY JACKASS MASTERLIST I WRITE ANYTHING AND ALL AND ITS ALL LINKED HERE!

Johnny Knoxville

Out of Control (Angst, featuring Knoxville as Clay Barber from Reboot, mentions of character death, substance abuse, and Reboot spoilers)

CKY Member Dating Knoxville Headcanon's (Mentions of the band and the show and Jackass, and relationships with the other CKY guys, pretty much fluff and barely nsfw)

T-Pee (It is a series and it’s on AO3, angst, silver fox Knoxville, hurt, dark comedyish)

Johnnny Knoxville Dating Pregnant Reader Headcanons (Young Johnny, fem reader, fluff for the most part)

Steve-O

Quietus of All Drugs (Angst, no comfort, all cannon, also includes Johnny, and Chris, extremely triggering)

The File (Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader, humor, slight gore)

My Annoying Neighbor Steve (Kinda hate at start, fluff, female reader, humor, kinda ship)

Steve-O Dating Reader Headcanons (No gender implied take it as you will, fluff)

Steve-O Dating a Popstar Headcanons (Female reader, fluff, a bit of smut, funny and wholesome.)

My Suicide: Steve-O's Cut; How to Write a Letter? (Angst, hurt, mentions of all the guys, series on AO3)

If You’re Gonna Be Dumb, You Gotta Be Tough(Goretober Prompt 1, super bad writing, angst, mentions of Knoxville.)

Dave England

Dating Dave England Headcannon's ( Headcannons, fluff, no gender specified, humor.)

Bam Margera

I’m Y/N And I'm Gonna Tease Bam All Day Long (Drabble, fem reader, smut.)

Sex Pollution (Imagine, fem reader implied, smut, slow burn, jealous, reader is Johnny Knoxvilles sister.)

Rigged Game of Ping Pong (Drabble, angst, Jackass Forever, issues, Goretober prompt 3.)

Chris Pontius

I think that you made it up, I think that your mind is gone. (Long Fic, Female Y/N, noncon, smut, Jackass MTV)

Ryan Dunn

Ryan Dunn Headcanons (Mostly fluff & wholesome, a bit of reader/yn.)

Wee-Man

None

Preston Lacy

None

Ehren McGhehey

Submissive Ehren McGhehey Smut Headcannons

(Headcannons, smut, fluff, no reader specified, no character specified, just whoever you’d like.)

Jeff Tremaine

None

Spike Jonze

Car Jacking

(Smut, masturbation, mentions of ships, rough)

Brandon DiCamillo

None

Chris Raab

None

Poopies

None

Rachel Wolfson

None

Zach

None

Brandon Novak

None

Tony Hawk

None

Ville Valo

None

(Will edit as requested)

PAIRINGS

Chris Pontius and Steve-O

Chris Pontius and Steve-O Dating Headcannons (Fluff, humor, mentions of light drugs, mentions of Wild Boyz)

Vomiting Lust (NSFW, humor, mentions of Wild Boyz, and vomit. )

Johnny Knoxville and Steve-O

Johnny Knoxville and Steve-Os First Time Together Headcanons (NSFW, humor, dirty, ship obviously.)

Clowning Around (Bromance, not really a ship, denial?, humor, fluff.)

Cheap cologne, even cheaper cigarettes, and Tennessee whiskey. (Goretober prompt 2, Slight NSFW, rough, substance abuse.)

Bam Margera and Johnny Knoxville

Rebel Against The Man (Implied Relationship, mentions of smut, drug and alcohol abuse, character death, angsty, suicide implied?)

Will edit and add as requests flood in, plus there’s too many pairings, so that make it easier.

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