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i love you | johnny knoxville
summary: just some moments with johnny and the reader
an: yes i’m watching jackass 🫶🏼
PARTY BOY
johnny was busy taking a shower while you did your skin care routine. the jackass crew had made it to the uk and everyone was tired. you were more annoyed than tired, it seemed like every little thing annoyed you from waiting too long for the elevator to johnny’s snoring on the plane.
“did you call your mom? she wanted you to call when we land,” johnny said as he washed his body. he got no response so he slightly moved the curtain so he could look at you. “did you hear me?”
you hummed and continued washing your face. “yeah, call my mom although i’m pretty sure she won’t pick up since, you know, time zones.”
“are you going to be mad at me during the whole trip? i said sorry.”
you rolled your eyes and continued washing your face. while checking in, the receptionist of the hotel had said some flirty comments to johnny right in front of you and what did johnny do? he laughed it off then later when you were unpacking a little, he explained that he laughed because he was he didn’t know how to respond.
“come on, i know i was an asshole-” he saw the side eye you gave him. “i am an asshole, but this asshole loves you and you’re not getting rid you me that easily. you’re stuck with me, baby.”
“you’re still an asshole.” you mumble, grabbing a towel to dry your face.
then someone had knocked on the door, you still didn’t move from your spot, which johnny noticed. “you’re not getting the door, are you?”
“you’re so smart, philip.” you replied. through the mirror, you saw him sigh and carefully got out of the shower. you were being nice so you handed him a small towel.
“who is it?” johnny asked as he opened the door then saw that it was chris and tried to close the door.
“it’s party boy!” chris forced his way into the bathroom where he saw you in your sweat pants and bralette. “let’s party!” he danced around you then got into the shower with johnny, who couldn’t stop laughing.
“why did i open the door?” johnny laughed.
you joined their laughter as you saw the camera crew enter as well. “i’m not even tired anymore.” you watched as chris danced in the shower. after a while, you forgot you were even mad.
SILVER FOXVILLE
the filming of ‘jackass forever’ had to stop due to a virus so everyone had to stay home. you liked it since you could finally spend more time with johnny. you two did many things to get rid of your boredom like puzzles, bake, watch movies, sleep, swim in your pool and even more sleep.
during quarantine, johnny had decided to stop dyeing his hair. you didn’t think much of it since at some point everyone starts going gray, but once you saw johnny with his silver hair, you couldn’t keep your hands off of it.
when filming for the movie resumed, johnny was now sporting a full gray hair look and you loved it. in the mornings, you would run your hands through his hair, compliment him, play with it. he just looked even better.
when you and johnny arrived to the jackass forever set, all eyes were on him. jeff immediately let out the loudest laugh when he saw johnny.
“who are you and what have you done with knoxville?” jeff chuckled then he turned to you. “you’re dating an old man.“
“jeff, i can literally see your grays from here.”
GQ COUPLES QUIZ
“hi everyone! we are here to take the couple’s quiz.” you smiled. you and johnny were sat across from each other with flash cards in your hands with questions written on them. after many years of knowing, dating and marriage, you seemed pretty confident.
“okay, we actually did a game of rock, paper, scissors and johnny won so he goes first.” you explained.
“sorry sweetheart, you suck at that game, but i love you. okay, what is my middle name? we’re starting off easy.” johnny said.
without thinking, you immediately answer. “john. if i say your full name, do i get bonus points?”
“we can make up our own rules. i’ll give ‘em to you. but only because i love you.”
“love you too, philip john clapp.”
“next question, you watch snl right? have i ever hosted saturday night live?” johnny asked.
“no?” you weren’t sure if johnny was even allowed to be on snl, you were convinced all the jackass guys were banned.
“you’re breaking my heart, babe. you were there! system of a down performed and you watched them perform.” johnny scoffed.
“no, i remember system of a down but i don’t remember you hosting if i’m being honest. congratulations, i guess.” you laughed as johnny rolled his eyes.
“i really hope you get the next questions right. what was my number in the royal rumble match? again, you were there.”
“easy, number nine,” you confidently said. “nine is my lucky number.”
“really? mines sixty nine.”
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hello! I had an idea of No Nut November with Johnny x female reader. The jackass guys all dare each other to do it and the winner couple is who lasts the longest. When his girlfriend finds out, she keeps teasing him and it all ends in smut!! Love your stories!! ❤️
𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 - 𝐣.𝐤
im so happy to finally see a smut request!! pls, send some more, because i want to get better at writing it! also, do you guys enjoy reading it or do you like fluff and/or angst better?
warnings! edging, oral sex dom!johnny x sub!reader? ( reader receiving and giving), dirty talk, very dirty hihi
words; 3.375
It was bizarre. Annoying, really. You’d given him every opportunity in the world to rail you, blow your back out and make you incapable of walking for the day…All of your attempts were shut down, which was new for you.
Usually, all you had to do was send the smallest signal to Johnny, and he would be ready at any time, but the past two weeks had been different.
He’d been avoiding you, it seemed. He only kissed you when he left for work, and he’d even slept on the couch for some nights.
You’d been left confused and a little hurt by it all. Had you done something wrong, or was he perhaps just not attracted to you anymore?
The thoughts killed you, but it killed him even more. If it hadn’t been for that stupid bet….
“A month without sex? You’ve gotta be shitting me,” Johnny shook his head as the room erupted in laughter, but he was totally serious.
He couldn’t believe that he was the only one objecting to this nonsense. The concept was idiotic and frankly childish.
Steve-O had been the one to bring it up during lunch break. Everyone had shrugged it off, but as the tension grew thicker throughout the day, everyone suddenly began to take it very seriously, Johnny included.
So, as stupid as he thought it was, Johnny was knee-deep in the ‘No Nut November’ phenomenon, even though he hated the idea.
You and Johnny had sex a lot. No shame in that. Just two adults, who loved each other very much. What Johnny did feel off about, was that all of his friends knew just how much sex you had. How? Well, at every given chance to escape the craziness of the crew, the two of you did. And you didn’t do it to have conversations and drink tea. No, you did it to fuck.
Johnny had been labelled as the guy to fail the quickest, and it didn’t sit right with him one bit.
Luckily for him, his self-control was a different ball game. He had more control than all of the jackass guys combined. If there was a will, there was a way, and Johnny never let himself down once he had a goal.
“Oh, y-you’re participating?” Steve-O asked Johnny, who shrugged and nodded. “Yeah,” he huffed, and the room once again erupted in laughter, this time, it sounded more ridiculing than anything.
“What?” He asked confused and scoffed as he stared back at his wide-eyed friends. “Dude, you’re not going to last for two days,” Pontius grinned, Johnny returning a simple growl. “Let’s just fucking see, shall we?”
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“Hi, baby!”
You grinned excitedly as Johnny entered your shared apartment. You wrapped your arms around him tightly, furrowing your eyebrows at once when you didn’t feel him embracing you.
“Are you okay?” You asked and unwrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at him innocently. “Y-Yeah, I’m fine, Y/N, I’m just tired. Think I’m gonna go take a shower,” he commented, his eyes focused straight ahead and not down at you.
“Oh, okay. Well, I could join,” you smirked and winked at him, but he merely shook his head and smiled politely before disappearing to the bathroom.
Well, that sucked, you thought.
He was probably just tired. He’d been working long hours, and maybe all the man needed was some space.
You’d attempted to be the understanding girlfriend, even when you felt ignored by Johnny.
The first few days went by okay, although the hours seemed to get longer as the days went by. The week overall was manageable but when the second week struck, Johnny was beginning to struggle.
The day of your anniversary, you'd made everything really special for Johnny. Dressed up nice, cooked some good food, and made the bathtub the perfect place to end the night, together.
When he'd come home, he'd acted just as you'd feared.
Distant and seemingly blind to the effort you'd put into making your fourth anniversary a special one.
The dinner was awkward and you hated the tension. You broke the silence every minute, asking him questions to which he answered with simple and short sentences.
"I have a surprise for you," you smirked. Maybe what he needed was some extra spice, and that was what you were going to give him.
"A surprise?" He asked as he was washing the dishes. He jumped when he felt your arms snake around his waist. Johnny moved away and coughed. His boxers were starting to feel tight, uncomfortably tight.
You grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bathroom. You'd scattered rose petals on the floor and lit some candles. It was the most romantic bathroom you'd ever seen, but Johnny didn't seem to agree.
"O-Oh, Y/N," Johnny coughed nervously and slowly backed out of the bathroom.
"Did I do something wrong? Are you trying to punish me or something? Please, tell me what's going on!"
"No, Y/N-"
"Then why won't you FUCK ME?" You shouted and sniffled. Johnny's heart tore a bit. He wanted to tell you, he really did, but with the mood and how you were feeling, it didn't seem as if it would've been a massive help in his eyes.
The next days were rough. You were upset, understandably. Johnny continued his odd behaviour and you were just about done with it all.
“Just tell me now; when did you give in and how was it?”
Bam stood like a little child next to Johnny and giggled, but Johnny rolled his eyes underneath his sunglasses and sighed.
“I haven’t given in yet, and I’m not going to, so you might as well quit bothering me.”
Bam scoffed at the answer he got from Johnny, but he hadn’t expected much else, considering Johnny’s recent behaviour.
He was in a pissy mood. He was at conflict with himself at all times. The whole dare had transformed into something beyond his control. He was so competitive, sometimes it scared people.
Johnny sat down in the conference room, where the crew held their weekly meetings. He cursed to himself and looked around. Pontius, Steve-O and Jeff sat and looked at him with smug grins.
“How’re you holding up over there, Knoxville?” Jeff asked, to which he received a middle finger from Knoxville.
“It’s been a long time since I've seen Y/N around? When is she coming by again?" Pontius pouted. Just the thought of your name at this point, could get Johnny hot and bothered.
"I-She's not," Johnny mumbled and rubbed his sweaty forehead. Was it just him, or was it starting to get super hot?
"That's weird. I talked to her this morning. She said, she's dropping by to say hello," Jeff said and immediately, Johnny tensed up.
"What?" He asked. He hated to even think it, but you were the last person he needed to see now.
"Y/N!" Wee-man yelled as soon as he saw your figure in the doorway.
Johnny hid his face in his hands as soon as he heard your voice. He imagined you saying his name, moaning it, screaming it.
"Hi, guys," you smiled and entered the conference room, greeting all of the guys with a hug, moving your way around the table until you reached Johnny. "Hi, babe," you smiled and leaned down to plant a kiss on his lips, although he moved away almost immediately.
You scoffed and stood up. What had you expected? He'd only been treating you like that for the last two weeks.
"Well, I can see that I'm not wanted here," you mumbled but were quickly met with reassurance from everyone but Johnny.
"Why would you think that?" Jeff asked, "we love having you here, Y/N."
"You might, but I think Johnny feels a bit different," you hissed and glared at Johnny, who slapped his forehead.
Suddenly, Ehren began laughing hysterically, to everyone's surprise. "Wait, you haven't told her yet?" He grinned and the boys slowly caught on and joined Ehren's laughing fit.
Johnny was so not having it. His fists were curled and his jaw was clenched. And you, you were utterly confused as to what was going on.
"Told me what?"
You raised your eyebrow and looked down at Johnny, who refused eye contact at all costs, the guilt weighing him down like uranium.
"We dared each other do the no nut Novem-"
"Don't even finish that sentence," you said and cut Ehren off. You were quiet for a few moments, trying to assemble yourself before speaking up.
"You wanna explain yourself, asshole?" You spat and looked down at Johnny, who sighed and looked up at you.
"Y/N, I'm so so-"
"Do you guys know how long it's been since I've had sex with my boyfriend?" I asked into the room and the guys all chuckled.
Of course, they knew. They were a part of it too, after all.
"Two weeks!"
It didn't sound like a lot, but anyone who knew you and Johnny understood that this was totally out of the ordinary.
"You're telling me I have to wait two weeks before he can bang me? How many of you guys are still in this bullshit?" You asked loudly to which Pontius, Jeff, Ehren and Wee-Man's hands went up.
"Fuck this," you sighed. You knew just how competitive Johnny was. Nothing could get in his way. Literally nothing, but then again, if anyone had the slightest chance, it was most definitely you.
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"Y/N?"
You sighed at the sound of Johnny's voice.
Your fingers were curled inside of yourself as you lay spread across the bed.
You continued, although the sound of Johnny's footsteps came closer and closer.
You closed your eyes and began rubbing your clit, letting out a quiet moan.
"Y/N-fuck," Johnny breathed out when he walked in on you pleasuring yourself. His cock was throbbing at the sight of your naked body, but he denied all of those feelings and shuffled out of the room. The sight had made him hard as a rock.
"Johnny!" You called out. An idea had popped into your head.
He opened the door and peeked in. Your legs were spread open and they were trembling with anticipation.
"Huh?" He asked you. His eyes were almost closed. He couldn't bare to see more.
"Look, I know you're not allowed to cum or whatever, but I'm horny and I need your help," you stated and Johnny's eyes opened wide. You might be on to something, he thought.
Pleasuring you always brought Johnny pleasure, he didn't even have to pull his dick out for this one.
He smiled and rushed over to you.
He wasted no time digging his two fingers into your cunt, plunging them in and out of your wet entrance. His head rested between your legs as his tongue made contact with your clit. You reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair. God, he loved it when you did that.
What he loved, even more, was the way his name sounded when you screamed it out of pure pleasure. "Fuck, Johnny!" You cried and grabbed his one hand that wasn't fucking your cunt and pulling it up to your breast, signalling for him to massage it, which he did, gladly.
Johnny smiled against your folds and licked them up and down, ever so often pinching your sensitive clit between his lips, which drove you crazy.
"I-I think I'm g-"
"Look at me, babydoll," he ordered and you followed, looking directly into his dark brown eyes. You couldn't contain the eye contact for long though, because your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you let out a loud cry as you reached your awaited orgasm.
You tugged at Johnny's hair and breathed in loudly, trying to gather yourself.
"J-Johnny, just fuck me already, please," you sobbed and looked at Johnny.
The offer was so tempting, but he just couldn't. He snapped out of his thoughts when he felt his jeans tightening to the point of it being uncomfortable.
"O-Oh, shi-" he hissed and suddenly flew away from his position. You looked him up and down, eyes landing on the massive boner, he had packed. You held back an evil laugh as Johnny stormed out of the room. "Where are you going?" You yelled as you stood up from the bed.
"I-I'm just gonna go for a drive!" he yelled back and slammed the door. He wasn't angry with you, and you knew that. He was angry with himself. This bet was starting to get really fucking old.
The next days were seriously awful for Johnny. After helping you out, he realised that it might've been a bad idea.
The only thing on his mind was the feeling of your pretty cunt against his fingers and the sound of your screams still rang in his ears every now and then.
And you'd, of course, been making his life a living hell. Walking around naked in the apartment or dressing up in your sexiest lingerie.
Johnny kept himself together, though, and you had to give him credit. He'd handled it all very well, better than you ever could.
(random a/n; this same-ish story, but where the reader is dared?)
The end of November was just around the corner, thankfully. Sure, Johnny's hands were equivalent to magic, but nothing beat the feeling of his cock ramming into you.
You couldn't wait, quite literally. Johnny was so much better at staying committed to a dare than you. You needed him. Like, really needed him.
"Johnnyyyy," you whined and threw yourself at him like a little toddler,
He wasn't as sensitive as before. It seemed that the roles had taken a 180 because you were hornier than ever.
Johnny was sitting with his computer when you suddenly planted yourself in his lap and hugged him tightly.
"What's going on?" He asked and rubbed your back.
"I want it so badly," you whispered and bit your lip. Johnny stiffened up and shifted uncomfortably around on the couch. "Three days to go, Y/N," he comforted you, but that wasn't good enough. "No, but like, now," you said and reached down to straddle his cock. He let out a yelp and lifted you from his lap to the seat beside him as he stood up and paced around.
He was frustrated. It was really not fun anymore. Actually, it never was.
Johnny hurried to his phone and put the phone to his ear.
"Chris, you tell me now and be honest; who's still a part of this November bullshit?" Johnny asked. You smiled to yourself and crossed your fingers.
No one, please say no one.
You couldn't quite hear the rest of the conversation. You didn't really care either, because when Johnny came out, he had darker eyes and a wicked smirk on his lips.
"Go to the bedroom and take your clothes off. I'll be up in two minutes."
You squealed with excitement and ran up the stairs faster than ever.
You stripped out of your clothes and threw them to the side, feeling a knot in your stomach, waiting to be untied.
Johnny entered the room. He'd taken his shirt off on the way up the stairs.
"Get on your knees," Johnny ordered and you did so immediately and without protest of any sort.
The room was pretty dark, but you could still see Johnny's crooked smirk.
He approached you, stopping when he stood right in front of your kneeled figure.
He brushed some hair out of your face and cupped your cheeks as you stared up at him, batting your eyelashes.
He gathered your hair into a ponytail at the back of your head and tied it with the hair tie he had around his wrist.
"Fuck, I've missed your mouth," he moaned and unbuttoned his pants, not even bothering to pull them all the way down. And you were just as desperate to please him again, so without waiting any longer, you took a hold of his rock-hard length and gave it a few pumps. Johnny threw his head back when you put just the tip into your mouth. Impatient and understandably needy, Johnny skipped your slow tempo and grabbed the back of your head, pushing his cock into your mouth fully.
After four years of dating Johnny, your gag reflex was pretty much non-existent.
He began gently thrusting himself into your mouth and then sped up until you eventually could feel his tip at the end of your throat.
You watched with tears in your ears as your boyfriend had lost himself in you, thrusting himself into your mouth again and again until he was a mumbling, moaning mess, cumming down your throat.
You swallowed and Johnny watched you in admiration as he offered you his hand to help you stand up.
Your lips crashed together for the first time in weeks, and you moaned into the kiss when you reached the bed. Johnny put a hand behind your head and the other one on your back, slowly lowering you on the bed as he hovered over you with a hungry, lust-filled gaze.
You were merely wearing his t-shirt and a pair of old shorts, which Johnny quickly tore away, your underwear following. He pulled the shirt from over your head and admired your naked body for a while, before snapping out of his trance to return to his duty.
He began placing kisses down your chest but you pulled him up when you saw where he was going. You grabbed his hand and forced it down to your dripping cunt. "I don't need anything, I just want you to fuck me," you nodded and Johnny smiled. Foreplay was always a big thing in your relationship. It was a way to ensure that both parts were 100% ready, but there was no doubt in your mind; you were ready.
"You're still on the pill despite this stupid bet, right?" He asked and you nodded. He knew how bad you were at forgetting it, and he often scolded you for it.
"Good girl," he whispered raspily. That made your heart melt.
His tip was at your entrance, and you wondered if the three weeks had changed something within you. Was it going to hurt after that long with no sex?
You shook every thought off when Johnny placed a kiss on your forehead and slowly pushed into you.
"Ah-!"
Johnny looked at you with wide eyes. You apologised quietly.
"It must be because it's been a while," you said and Johnny nodded, understanding what you were feeling.
He continued pushing his member into you and watched you closely as you clenched your eyes shut and dug your nails into his wide shoulders.
He rested for a while, waiting for your sign to move, and when that sign came, he began pumping in and out of you slowly but deeply.
You grasped onto him and pulled him as close as possible while also wrapping your legs around his waist. "F-Faster," you moaned with closed eyes and Johnny grunted as he sped up, fucking you at an impossibly fast pace.
Everything seemed to go dull for a short moment. Your pussy clenched and your belly contracted tightly when a wave of pleasure hit you like a thousand bricks.
"I-Oh, my God!"
Your nails dug deeply into Johnny's back and you scratched them up towards his neck, where they rested, fiddling with the ends of his brown hair.
"Look at me, baby," Johnny ordered and continued his thrusts. You had to collect yourself before even listening to his orders, but Johnny was impatient and close to an orgasm, so he didn't have much time.
"Y/N, I said look at me," he repeated. The tone made you look at him immediately and you bit your lip and moaned loudly as you watched him orgasm for the second time that night.
"Fuuuck-urgh, baby!"
He trembled and with one last thrust, he pulled out of you and fell down beside you with a heavy but satisfied sigh.
"This November has been the best and worst of my life," you sighed and Johnny laughed in agreement as he kissed your forehead and snuggled you closer.
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probably my favourite smut i've ever written, but what do you think?
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Forgotten Dinner, Johnny Knoxville
Word Count: 1.7k~
Warning: Little bit of angst, forgotten anniversary, sexual themes mentioned
The food in front of me made me sick to my stomach, seeing all of it just sit there without having been touched. A couple hours of putting it all together and setting it up seemed like a waste now as I haven’t even taken a bite of it since I put it on the table. I wanted to wait for Johnny to get home, but even though he had told me he’d be sure to be at home by 6, I still find myself alone as the clock on the stove turns from 10 to 11 pm. Today isn’t our marriage anniversary, but it is the anniversary of the day we met, so I wanted to surprise Johnny with dinner and a new lingerie set I got. It doesn’t help that he’s not answering the phone either, and I’m starting to feel like it all of this was a waste now.
Choosing to head to bed instead of wait up any longer, I put all of the food away in the fridge and lazily toss the dirty dishes in the sink before heading out of the kitchen. Just as I reach the hallway, the sound of keys in the door stop me, leaving me to turn toward the front door and watch Johnny walk in. He wears a laughing grin on his face until he sees me by the hallway, still dressed in the velvet dress I picked out for tonight. At the same time, my eyes catch the butterfly bandages stripped across his eyebrow and the several bandages wrapped around his forearm.
“Hi, baby,” he says, an almost awestruck look currently on his face as he takes in my appearance. He certainly looks pleasantly surprised. “You look… fucking fantastic, what are you all dressed up for?” Hearing his words make me smile, but I still feel a small bit of heart ache at the reminder of the food I made and how much planning I put into tonight.
“Um, nothing anymore,” I almost mutter, reaching hand up to mess with the clip in my hair as I look to the carpeted floors. “You told me you were going to be home at 6, what happened?” I can’t help but ask him, crossing my arms in front of me as I swallow down the nauseous feeling in my throat.
“Jeff asked me if I could help film another skit with the guys, so I stayed to help them and kind of hurt myself,” he tells me, still lingering by the front door as he continues looking me up and down with that same facial expression. However this changes in a few moments as an almost scared look takes over him. “I… I think I forgot something important, what did I forget? What is today?” He asks, now closing the door as he begins racking his brain. Before he gets too far, I stop him and simply inform him by reminding him of today’s date.
“It’s the day we met,” I bitterly remind him, watching the color drain from him. My stomach somehow churns even more seeing the guilt take over his face. “You told me you’d be home at six, but it’s eleven now. I made dinner, it’s in the fridge. I think I’m just going to… go take a shower and go to bed,” I say, shaking my head lightly.
Just as I begin to turn to head up to our room, Johnny stops me. “What? I just got home, don’t you want to stay up for a little?” He asks, stepping into the middle of the living room. “Baby I’m so sorry I completely forgot today, please, I’d love to spend time with you.”
In any other moment, I would’ve smiled at the sweet words leaving his lips, but knowing he forgot that today was the day we met and that we had plans makes the smile stay away. “I think I’ve stayed up long enough,” I say to him, turning my face down to the floor again. “Goodnight, Johnny.”
Before he says anymore, I head up the stairs and into our room where I close our door and let my tears fall. He stayed back for the guys on the one night we discussed him being home on time. If only he could’ve done this any other night, then the issue wouldn't be as severe. There have been many nights in the past where Johnny has stayed late on set, but even then, he texted me on those nights to tell me - unlike tonight when he wouldn’t respond to any of my texts or calls.
After locking our bedroom door, I walk into our bathroom and stand in front of the counter. Staring into the mirror, I watch as my mascara slowly rolls down my face, causing me to wipe it away with a tissue. I really liked my makeup and outfit tonight, and I was really looking forward to Johnny seeing me dressed up tonight and how he might react. Although, I was anticipating how he would react to what I have on underneath my dress more.
With a small sigh, I throw the tissue in my hand away before sliding the straps of my dress down with the rest of the material following it. Looking back into the mirror, I run my hands down my lace clad hips and up to the straps of the matching lacy bra. As I adjust the straps to better hold it’s contents, I step back to look at myself in our mirror and smile. At least I like the way I look tonight. The set came with a waist band that connects to the underwear and it only helps to accentuate my waist and hips even more. I was hoping Johnny would enjoy it too.
A loud crash beside me scares me away from the sink and over to the bathroom window that is now open as Johnny clambers through it, putting his upper body through before almost throwing his legs in behind him. At the same time he does this, his head hits the corner of our bathtub, causing a groan to leave his lips as he crumbles on the floor and I rush toward him. Despite my questions over his head, Johnny barely pays attention to his own pain as his focus shifts to my lingerie clad body. “You were wearing that? For me?” He asks, still lying in the floor unmoving as if he were awestruck. “Baby, holy shit, when did you get this set?”
“Johnny, that’s not important!” I exclaim as I get on my knees beside him to observe his head. He didn’t crack it open, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t give himself yet another concussion. “You hit your head!”
“It’s not the first time, don’t worry please,” he reminds me, moving to sit up with a small smile. “I deserve it after making you wait for me all night dressed like this,” Johnny adds, looking me up and down with a sigh. “I’m so sorry, babe, after I got hurt, we sat around and iced all of our injuries. Not to mention, I broke my phone during the fall too,” he further explains, “I’m so, so sorry I forgot about tonight.”
After a few seconds, I sigh and brush the hair away from Johnny’s forehead where a goose egg is already forming. “I wouldn’t say you deserved to hit your head, specifically,” I tell him, “You’re not good at remembering dates, I know that; mostly because of the many times you have hit your head in the past,” My comment earns a guilty smile from Johnny as he turns to look away, knowing he can’t deny it. “But I do wish you would’ve been home earlier.”
“I should’ve been, and I am so sorry, baby,” he apologizes once more, closing his eyes before turning his head back to me. “You have no idea how sorry I am. I hate that I made you wait up, I hate that I’ve made you cry,” he adds, his eyes now open as he moves a hand up to brush against my previously tear stained face. “I’ll start being home by 6 every night, I’ll bring you flowers every week, I’ll let you tase me, whatever you want - please forgive me.”
His offers make me want to giggle, but I want to try and stay as serious as I can for right now. “I have a few ideas,” I tell him, taking his hands in mine before helping him stand up. He doesn’t wobble or anything, which is good; at least he doesn’t seem to have yet another brain injury to add to the long list of previous ones. For a few moments, Johnny looks me up and down like he did when he was on the floor, albeit this time, he doesn’t look so dopey. “Why don’t you start by helping me out of this?”
At my suggestion, he grins. “Of course, but babe,” Johnny starts, letting go of my hands to wrap one arm around my waist while he grabs my leg with his other hand. All the while, I brace myself on Johnny by holding onto his shoulders as he pulls me flush against him, my leg now curled around his hip with his arm keeping it secure there. “Tonight’s all about you, and I know it’s our anniversary but you deserve so much tonight,” he further tells me, sincerity deep in his voice. “I promise, I’ll try my hardest to make it up to you.”
After a few moments, I smile at Johnny. “I’ll hold you to that,” I tell him, earning a smile back from him. “I love you, Johnny, even when your bad memory gets the best of you,” I add, causing him to laugh before connecting our lips. At the same time, he takes his arm away from my waist to pick my other leg up and hold me, causing me to cling to him even more as he begins carrying me to our shared bed. Lying me down on it, Johnny breaks our kiss and pulls away to smile down at me.
“I love you too, baby,” he murmurs, staring at me with a hazed look in his eyes. That is, until a smirk makes its way onto his face. “Now, just relax,” Johnny tells me, his hands sliding underneath the lace of my bra as he perches himself between my legs. “And I’ll show you just how sorry I am.”
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New Year's Eve: Johnny Knoxville
Just some thoughts about Johnny and his soft possessiveness.
It’s New Year’s Eve Y/N and Johnny were hanging out with Ryan and Bam at a bar. The place is crowded, with loud groups of people celebrating in good cheer. Johnny would stand close behind you while you laugh and chat with the guys, letting a hand linger at your hip or waist. Pressing his chest against your back to feel the warm comfort of your form against his beating heart.
Before heading outside to smoke a joint in the alley with friends he would press a soft kiss to the side of your neck.
I won’t be long, Johnny said.
Having grown up accustomed to the sting of rejection, his confidence in relationships had been lacking when you first met. It had been hard for him to believe that someone like you could ever truly be his.
And even now, after months together he feels an almost primal need to signal to everyone that you belong to him.
But Johnny wouldn’t be clingy.
As the night wears on he would eventually wander off to mingle with acquaintances, to talk about his pranks or discuss his ideas.
Yet no matter how much fun he was having, his eyes would still scan the room until he finds your face. A beacon that guides him and gives comfort in the dark. Just a quick glance to make sure you’re still having a good time.
But if someone approaches and tries to flirt with you? Forget about it.
He’d be there in a flash, his larger than life personality on full display to ensure they knew that you, in fact, were taken.
It would drive him crazy. Make him want to mark you with signs of his devotion, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind that you were!
his.
You would love all the subtle (and not so subtle) ways that Johnny claimed you, making sure to show him later when you got home.
Slow kisses and stolen breath, Johnny, his body rolling into yours over and over as you breathlessly confirm that you are his,
Thank you so much for reading ❤️
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Pregnancy Scare !
Johnny Knoxville x Reader
a/n: lack of potential daddy knoxville so I came to save the day. If y’all have or know any with Johnny please link them :)
prompt: You’ve been with Johnny for a long time now but what will go down between the two of you when you think you’re pregnant?
Fem!reader
You woke up in such a haze, trying to feel Johnny beside you with your eyes still closed you groaned feeling the empty sheets, remembering he had a crew meeting in writing stunts for Jackass 2 this morning. You sat up and immediately felt the vertigo that washed over your whole body, knowing this feeling all to well you sprint to the bathroom and hurled. Thinking nothing of it as this is what came with the Jackass life and your boyfriend hosting get togethers with the crew every now and then, You washed up and brushed your teeth and that’s when you realized
You hadn’t been out drinking with Johnny since last weekend.
This was definitely not a hangover.
Oh my god.
You slid on shorts just in case Johnny came home with any of the guys, learning from past experience from all of them barging in one morning and you were wearing nothing but undies and one of Johnny’s shirts. The same heat you felt in that memory returned to your face as you start pacing trying to figure out what to do when Johnny got home.
Would he be furious? Would he be mad at himself? Or even you??
Johnny always playfully egged the thought of having kids but both of you agreed that it couldn’t happen for about a few more years, especially not without a ring on my finger. With the way his career was taking off there’s no time for kids right now, you would feel so guilty if the tests end up positive, even though it took two to tango
“Baby I’m home early!” You hear the familiar southern drawl along with the sound of keys from the kitchen of your shared apartment
“Fuck” you mouthed
You walked out of your shared room to him and couldn’t help but beam a little bit staring at your stud of a boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his neck, pecking his lips while he gripped your waist seductively
“You just wake up princess?”
“Yeah” you hummed into his neck
“How was the meeting?”
“Oh it was so great” he rambled “we’re doing this musical kind of ending sequence thing and I am way too excited for that. You know me and my love for that shit”
You smiled watching him get so excited, already forgetting what you were dealing with internally
“Honey that’s so awesome I can’t fucking wait” you smiled up at him
He tossed his aviators on the island and He kissed your forehead and brought you back into his chest, standing there in silence with him in front of the door, holding eachother tight
“PJ baby I don’t feel too good” you said after a minute
He retracted his arms, softly feeling your face for warmth
“What you feelin baby doll?
You sighed walking away from him and burying your face in your hands going towards the couch
“Baby I’m late” you mumbled
“You are?”
“Yeah, by at least like four days I think”
“But sweetheart that could be normal right?” He said while taking his jacket off, his eyes slightly filling up with concern
“But I threw up this morning too pj” you said bursting into tears
“hey hey hey baby love don’t cry!” he quickly jogged to the couch and got right beside you, pulling you into his lap, your face hid into his neck
“Why didn’t you call me to pick you up a pregnancy test honey ?”
The panic within you settled at that, hearing the softness in his voice that never faltered with you
“Because I didn’t want to tell you over the phone like that, and our focus should be on the movie and your career and I didn’t want to take any attention away from your wor-“
“Woah woah woah honey!”
He softly grasped your jaw having you look at him
“You come before absolutely everything I do and love y/n”
“Pj” you said softly shaking your head down
Sensing your fear he lowers his large hand on to your stomach rubbing soft circles
“Baby doll look at me” he softy turned your chin
He began to stroke your cheek while you met his gaze
“Honey I swear to you, I will be so fucking happy and content no matter thee outcome, and knowing that I can support more than the both of us now compared to if this would’ve happened a few years ago puts me so much at ease sweetheart”
Your face finally broke into a hopeful smile and you threw your arms tightly around his neck again and he sighed in relief that he calmed your nerves a bit
“I love you so much Knoxville”
He held your head against his shoulder tightly, vowing to himself that he’ll always be here to take care of you
“I love you more babydoll”
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ANYTHING BUT ORDINARY | CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Ell and Steph film a skit that takes Johnny by surprise. Then, it's time for Ell to finally meet Johnny's family.
Thanks for your patience on this one! Loads of fluff and silliness as well as some sweet moments and a healthy dose of smut because it's been a while and I can't deprive you any longer!
CW for self harm reference, physical assault reference, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), slight domination, praise kink I guess?
Taglist: @lizey-thornberry@babybammargera @zolofts (let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!)
“I’m Steph!” said the first girl to the camera that Dimitry was holding.
“And I’m Ell!” said the second.
“And this is 'The Tramp Stamp'!” they both exclaimed in unison.
The girls both turned on their heels and immediately stepped inside a tattoo parlour, which was to be the location of today’s skit. It was an idea they’d both come up with together, and upon pitching it to Jeff he couldn’t be more delighted at the thought of two of his cast members being permanently adorned with the show’s logo.
“Alright ladies, lay down on the benches and we’ll get to work!” the tattoo parlour owner grinned as she pulled on some protective gloves.
Ell and Steph happily lay face down on the benches that had been set out next to each other, and both pulled their t-shirts up to reveal their lower backs.
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Need more Bam x reader content
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Johnny Knoxville with a Clingy S/O Headcanons
request: @thegettingbyp2 Johnny with a clingy reader and Johnny loves how much she needs to be around him?? I just think it'd be really cute 😊
johnny noticed your love language was touch very early on in your relationship
at first you were very shy about it and resorted to a lot of hand holding as a way to be near him
but you didn’t want to make him feel too suffocated with being around you
so sometimes there’d be moments where you’d reach for his hand but stop yourself
you didn’t think johnny noticed but he does
tries to bring it up to you causally but instead almost causes you a mini heart attack
‘we’re okay, right?’
‘of course we are, what do you mean?’
‘…you don’t hold my hand anymore.’
he panics and thinks he sounds silly
which means he’s over explaining and you’re trying to stop his mind going a mile a minute
‘the thing is you used to do it all the time and now, well i don’t know if you’re pulling away from me and it’s fine if you are, y’know we can take abou-’
‘johnny! oh my god this is the total opposite of what you’re thinking.’
‘…really?’
‘i just felt like you’d maybe think i was being too clingy all the time.’
it was quite possibly the biggest miscommunication in your relationship
but the two of you laughed it over once you both explained yourselves
and he told you how much he really loved that when you were with him, you’d be holding him
and it ended up that whenever you two were out in public, he’d find your hand before you found his
when you became more comfortable in certain places, the closer you two would be
on set johnny would settle a hand on your back
or you’d wrap your arms around his waist when he was working just so you could be there but not bother him
it became second nature for johnny to accept your embrace even when he was preoccupied doing something else
he could be mid conversation with someone and spot you out the corner of his eye
and like instinct he’ll open his arms to you
other times it’s not all about touching him
but just being next to him
and existing with each other
you’ll sit with him doing your own thing whilst he’s on work calls
even in comfortable silence to be near him is enough
johnny finds it so endearing
and he gets so used to your presence whilst he’s doing mundane things that he misses it when you’re not there
it feels strange for him to be working and not have you in his space
you grow so accustomed to each other
one day he finds you reading in a separate room
and he’ll poke his head around the door, with a little pout on his face
‘hi.’
‘hey, you okay? i thought you were working.’
‘i was. you’re not gonna sit with me?’
:)
that’s your face
no words are exchanged
you practically launch yourself out of the chair and follow him to where he has his laptop set up
the longer he works, the closer you’ll get to him
and vice versa
definitely let’s you share his headphones
you’ll throw your legs across his lap
and he’ll drop a hand to stroke across your leg
eventually his work and your book will be abandoned
and your bodies will be intertwined on the couch
you’re so comfortable you start to lose track of where your body begins and johnny’s ends
you two could lay like that for hours
often times it ends with johnny carrying you up to bed
you both sleep in pretty much the same way
he def loves it when he’s the little spoon
you’re in bed two minutes before you’re rolling over to loop your arms around him
johnny loves it when you throw a leg over his sleeping form so you’re almost wrapped around him
you’ll wake up clinging to him like a little koala
‘i swear to god waking up like this feels like i’m in heaven.’
he loves that you’re so comfortable to display how much you need him around
and he’ll return that gesture by telling you everyday
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starboy - johnny knoxville x f!reader
DISCLAIMER: this is my first time writing smut so plz be patient with me and ill get better at it LOL also I was listening to stargirl interlude while writing this so credit to lana for the inspo
WARNINGS: smut, smut without plot (maybe 2 paragraphs to set the scene), I hate how this turned out, that's pretty much it
enjoy
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after stalking your ex on instagram for a few weeks, you had invited johnny on an unofficial date on a whim. you knew it was a bad idea because you and johnny dated for about 3 years but never talked after breaking it off.
he and your roommate were very familiar with each other. you talked her ear off about the awful way he treated you while you were sneaking around with him, too embarrassed to admit that you still have feelings for him. thank god she isn't in town since she wouldn't be in favor of you sleeping with him, obviously having her reasons.
so instead of catching up, you invited him over to your apartment for a few more drinks, but you knew what you were doing. you didn't wear your favorite satin slip-on with no underwear for nothing.
you unlocked your door, johnny letting you go first, though it didn't matter much since a few seconds later you were pushed against your door.
you ultimately gave into him, having your whole body restrained by his. his brown eyes were even darker now, peering into yours and smirking. asshole. you grab his jaw and attack his lips, not being able to resist the smell of his cologne.
the only thing you can vividly remember is hands. hands everywhere. his hands grabbing your hips and hitting them against the wall, his hands grasping your waist, holding you in place, and your hands on the back of his neck, in his hair, slightly tugging on it and hearing him let out a low, muffled groan into your mouth. you slightly bit his lower lip in response. his responsiveness turned you on even more, letting you know this night would not go to waste.
"mm, wait, is your roommate gonna hear?" he leaned his head back, and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. you both looked a mess. knotted hair and pink lips, but too hot and bothered to care.
"let's hope not," you smirked, knowing your roommate was out with her girlfriend for the week. it made it just so much more fun to challenge him and see him under pressure.
you took his hand and squeezed it, telling him to follow you. you dragged him to the tiny couch in the living room of your apartment. you lightly pushed him onto the cushions, taking the lead and climbing onto him, straddling his hips.
"you're so beautiful" he lightly dragged his knuckles against your cheek, an index and middle finger over the bottom of your lip. you instinctively opened your mouth, his fingers entering your mouth as you put your lips and your tongue around them as he slowly pulled the fingers out.
"fuck," he breathed, looking into your eyes and roughly grabbing your jaw, pushing his tongue down your throat. you barely pushed your hips forward, feeling the growing tent in his dickies. his hips shudder under you and you hover over him to pull your dress up, allowing closer contact.
he quickly pulled his shirt off and pulled you back into his lap before removing the laces of your dress off your shoulders, the cold air of your apartment suddenly hitting your breasts and making you gasp. you continued the kiss, tracing your fingers over his abs, slowly going down until you reach his belt and start unbuckling it.
without breaking the kiss, he helped you discard of his pants, quickly tossing them across the room, allowing you to eagerly grind on his buldge through his boxers, the sound of his whining motivating you to go faster.
"please," he whispered in your ear, digging his fingernails into your thighs. you knew he couldn't handle not being inside of you, seeing you writhe on top of him, using him for your own pleasure, but you didn't want to give it to him just yet, you wanted to push him to the very edge.
you got up, knees on either side of his thighs, palming his erection through his boxers and planting light kisses and nibbles all over his neck and chest. he put his hand over yours, practically begging to feel you closer.
you drag your fingers under the waistband and take them off so painfully slow he felt as if he couldn't wait anymore, and grabbed himself, pumping a few times before rubbing his tip through your folds.
"i missed you so much," he said quietly looking directly into your eyes, lifting his hips up, entering you slowly as you got used to him. your mouth gaped open, feeling him go deeper and deeper.
once he buried himself completely, he quickly grabbed a handful of your hair, pulled your head back, and thrust his hips up as hard as he could, miscellaneous sounds exiting your mouth. something between a moan and a screech. he started picking up his pace, hitting into you as hard as he could.
the sound of panting and skin slapping filled the room, a smell of sweat and cologne making you both feel feral. his hand left your hair and both of his hands grabbed your waist, pushing your body into him, grunting with every thrust.
"you're doing so good, baby." he threw his head back in ecstasy, as his rhythmic thrusts became sloppy, you decided to take over, got on your knees, threw your arms over his neck, and lifted your hips up lowered them, grinding into his hips as fast as you could as he rested his face into the crook of your neck and repeated your name.
"I'm gonna cum," he groaned. you rode him as fast as you could, whispering words of praise into his ear and tugging his brown locks harder.
"its okay, i'm on birth control." is all the motivation he needed before his hands squeezed your ass as he spilled himself inside of you, panting into your shoulder.
when you got up and pulled him out of yourself, you felt two strong hands grab your legs and flip you over onto your back. he pushed you forward so your head rested on the edge of the couch as he got in between your legs, leaving sloppy kisses on your inner thighs.
you felt his hot breath on your core as his tongue suddenly dipped inside you, a thumb rubbing your clit as you threw your legs over his shoulders. you placed your hands over your head, grabbing onto the single pillow there.
"johnny," you moaned, feeling your orgasm coming closer. your hips grind into his face as he switches and circles his tongue around your clit and slips two fingers inside of you. seeing his head between your thighs alone is enough to make you cum, his eyes never leaving your face, reading into every facial expression you make.
"you're such a good girl," he spoke, your thighs shaking as your orgasm came washing over you, coming into his mouth as he trusted his fingers in and out while you rode out your high.
being left a panting, sweaty mess, you both rested on the couch, not being able to move. he got up, laying down beside you and putting an arm around your chest, his grasp tighter now, and kissed your forehead.
"i missed you too." you chuckled, both of you falling asleep instantaneously. this was truly a night you could never forget.
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i’m cool enough | johnny knoxville
summary: johnny and the reader’s daughter thinks her dad is cool unlike her brother.
an: silver foxville supremacy!! also the daughter has a random name, if you’d like to change it, you’re welcome to do so <3 btw i’m going to use johnny instead of pj for this fic
warnings: mentions of vomit
“and how is the family? you’ve got two teenagers?” jimmy kimmel asked. johnny was a guest on the tonight show since he was promoting ‘jackass forever’.
“yeah, i have a son and a daughter. mason and olivia,” johnny nodded. “they’re great kids.”
“and do they care that their dad is johnny knoxville? i saw a clip from steve-o’s podcast the other day and you said your son has never watched any jackass stuff?”
johnny laughed. “that’s right. he hasn’t watched any of the movies because one, he doesn’t like seeing me hurt and two, he thinks it’s lame.”
“and your daughter? has she seen anything?”
“she has watched some stuff like the lamborghini tooth pull, but she loves it when i’m the one doing the stunts like the bull roller skating stunt.“ he explained. he remembers the first time olivia had ever seen a jackass stunt. she was ten and it was the toro totter stunt where he mentioned many times that he had won since he was the last one standing.
“so you have one kid who thinks you’re the coolest dad on the planet and another kid who thinks it’s time for retirement.” jimmy chuckled along with the audience.
“mason is just there to keep me humble.”
“does your wife like olivia watching your stunts? i’m guessing she doesn’t want your daughter even attempting a stunt.” jimmy was right. you made both mason and olivia promise that they would never ever try a stunt. they kept their promise so far. you dreaded the day when olivia or mason (especially olivia) came into the house with a broken arm or missing teeth because of a stunt they tried to do.
“she doesn’t mind the kids watching, just as long as clothes are on and there’s no vomit. my wife hates vomit. she will not enter a room if she hears someone say that they feel like they’re about to vomit.” johnny explained. “she also doesn’t want the kids doing stunts, which i agree, we don’t want our kids getting hurt. i tell them ‘leave the stupid dangerous stuff to me!’.”
“so no jackass legacy?”
“my wife will kill me if one of my kids ends up with a tiny scratch.”
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frustrated - j.k - smut!
warning! mild dubcon/dubious consent! very smutty!!
𝑗𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑...𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢.
“J-Johnny, slow down,” I whimpered as Johnny's thrusts sped up. They were deep and hard and I was on the verge of tears as I struggled to figure out if what I was feeling was pain or pleasure, or perhaps both. I couldn’t decide. Either way, whatever it was, I knew that I did not want him to stop.
“Don’t tell me what to do,” he spat back rather harshly. His lips were attached to my neck as I sat on the kitchen counter. Johnny stood between my legs, grabbing my thighs as he made sure to hit every angle perfectly. Johnny threw his head back and let out a deep sigh as I dug my fingernails deep into his back.
Johnny had come home tired. Angry was more like it.
Work had been stressful the past few months. He had been re-shooting scenes, and he hated how slow the process was. He struggled to fit in time for anything and everything, and most nights, I didn’t even get a chance to see him before passing out, too tired after waiting for him for hours on end.
This specific afternoon, he was so frustrated after a long day at work, and, well, I was the only one in his reach. And, that’s how I ended up on a kitchen counter at 11 pm, getting fucked senselessly by my generally very gracious boyfriend.
“Fuck,” I managed to mutter out as my hands fumbled around in Johnny's curls. A single tear rolled down my cheek. The complete sentiment of euphoria had taken over my body, and nothing had ever felt better.
Johnny's moans were loud in my ear and the sounds themselves were practically orgasmic on their own.
Although I'd always enjoyed a variety of different paces and techniques when it came to sex, I'd never experienced Johnny like that before. So ruthless. So…rough.
I knew that Johnny was doing it for himself, and only himself. The way his cock mercilessly plunged into my belly repeatedly, not once slowing down, told me everything I needed to know. He hadn’t even asked if I was comfortable, which was something he always made sure to do. He didn’t wait for me to adjust to his massive size, which was something I still needed to do, even after five years of dating. He just barged in, lifted me onto the kitchen counter, and did exactly what he wanted to.
I hadn’t had the time to even think before he’d dived into me. He’d wasted no time. He hadn’t even checked if I was wet enough to enter. No foreplay. No nothing.
“Jo-Johnny, just slow down. Let me look at you,” I whimpered and retrieved my face from the crook of his neck. I put my hands on either side of Johnny's face, looking into his beautiful, deep eyes. His mouth hung open by a slight bit, just enough to produce a couple of moans here and there. He looked at me intensely while he rested his forehead against mine, not once breaking eye contact.
“No slowing down,” Johnny insisted, squeezing the bottom part of my thigh harshly.
“Just take it. Take it like the good girl you are.” Johnny hummed, moving his lips down to my neck and sucking on the skin, undoubtedly leaving a large, purple mark.
Johnny's words made me moan as I clawed into his shoulder blades. I could hear Johnny slightly wince at the sensation. “Feisty little one, are you?” Johnny chuckled at my action and smashed his lips into mine.
Suddenly, his thrusts stopped. I was confused by his sudden pause but shrieked loudly as he lifted me from the counter. Naturally, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist.
Johnny walked to the nearest wall, his cock still inside of me. I whimpered Johnny's name as he placed me against the wall.
He wrapped his arms underneath my legs and placed his hand on each one of my ass-cheeks to support my weight.
Johnny began thrusting into me. The new position had given him a greater ability to pound even deeper and harder into me than before. I let out a loud shriek and grabbed onto Johnny's bicep with one hand while the other one rested on his chest. I tried my best to look into his eyes, knowing how he loved to look at me when he fucked me, but his fast-paced rhythm made it nearly impossible. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I felt an orgasm creeping up on me.
“I-I’m gonna c-cum.” I somehow managed to stutter out between my moans.
“Uh-uh,” Johnny shook his head, grabbing my legs tightly. His muscular body flexed with every thrust. “No cumming until I say so,” Johnny smirked. I hissed quietly under my breath, but not quietly for Johnny to miss it.
“Did you just hiss at me?” He asked.
Fuck
I knew that tone all too well.
“No-”
Before I could answer Johnny's question, he plunged into me with such strength. A strength that I didn’t even know he had in him.
“Fuck!” I gasped as Johnny repeated the slow, but unbelievably deep and overwhelming pumps.
“Ahh, that feels good, doesn’t it? Hmm?” Johnny asked, biting his lip. He kissed my forehead. Unable to answer, I just moaned in response.
It felt as if my heart was in my throat. Even if I tried, I'd never be able to even describe the complete and utter state of bliss I found myself in whenever Johnny fucked me.
“Do you want to cum? Hmm?” Johnny purred in my ear, his voice deep and lascivious.
“Mmm,” I nodded with my eyes closed, too focused on the pleasure within me to focus on what Johnny was saying.
“Say it.” Johnny panted. “Say it and look at me,” he instructed between heavy breaths.
I opened my eyes and looked deep into Johnny's eyes. They’d turned a shade or two darker than before.
“I just-oh fuck. I want to come so bad. Please,”
Urgh.
It almost made me feel pathetic to beg for him like that, but I couldn’t help it.
“I love it when you beg for me. Such a good girl,” Johnny hummed into my ear. I could feel Johnny's arms flex from holding me up for so long, and just like me, he was very close.
Johnny's moans intensified and they became louder and louder. His thrusts became sloppier and suddenly, he let out a loud grunt, followed by a couple of moans here and there as he pounded into me deeply a few times before completely stopping all movement.
I was confused, wondering if he was even going to let me cum, but I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts as Johnny walked back over to the kitchen counter and placed me on it.
“Lay down,” Johnny ordered, and I followed by laying down on my back, feeling the cold counter material against my back which sent shivers down my back.
“You’ve been so good, you know that?” Johnny smiled, almost in a proud manner while looking down at me, laying naked on the counter.
All his.
“I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, darling” Johnny swore whilst smirking as he bent down and kissed my lips passionately, his touch much different than just minutes ago.
His lips trailed down my body. From my lips to my collarbones. Then down to my breasts, my belly button, and finally, my all-through soaked pussy. His tongue softly slithered around my heat. I could feel his warm mouth on my inner thighs, dangerously close to my core. I whined in an attempt for Johnny to up, which only earned me a harsh slap on the thigh.
“Be patient, or you’re gonna have to make yourself cum,” Johnny warned. I looked down at him and scoffed, knowing damn well I'd never even come close to Johnny's skills when it came to making me feel good. Johnny returned to my heat. I could feel his breathing against my already sensitive cunt, and it made me want to cry out. He was too slow for my liking. All I wanted was to feel his touch. To feel his mouth.
Johnny's tongue suddenly slithered between my folds. I shrieked at the sensation and accidentally closed my legs together as a reflex. Johnny wasted no time and roughly grabbed my thighs. He held them in an open position, restricting me from any movement at all in my legs.
“Last warning,” Johnny growled, and once again, his mouth connected to my pulsing cunt. His movements were agonizingly slow. His lips were closed around my clit, kissing it slowly. His tongue moved further down, and slowly entered the opening of my pussy, tasting the sweet taste of wetness his teasing had resulted in. I moaned loudly as he continued working his magic.
I ran my fingers through his brown hair, trying to make sense of everything. The pleasure was almost too much. Johnny knew exactly what he was doing to me. He loved nothing more than to hear my moans. He removed his tongue from my opening and the loss of his touch made me pout. Johnny smirked up at me teasingly.
He dragged his tongue back to my clit, flicking it up and down, gradually adding pace. A motion that completely and utterly carried me over the edge.
“Oh, my-fuck!” I screeched as the ball of pleasure in my abdomen exploded like fireworks. I gripped Johnny's hair tightly, maybe even too tightly, because I was convinced that I heard him wince quietly. I could feel his stare as I rode out of my long-awaited orgasm. Slowly, I gathered my senses and snapped back to reality.
“So beautiful,” Johnny mumbled, adoring me, although I knew it wasn't my best moment. A red face and tear-stained cheeks as I tried to catch my breath. Johnny stood and helped me up from the counter. My knees were too weak to even stand, so Johnny took me in his arms, bridal style.
“Listen, I was a bit frustrated. I’m sorry if I was too rough,” Johnny spoke. I looked up into his eyes, smirking.
“No. I liked it,” I spoke. “I knew you would,” Johnny grinned, shaking his head as he walked up the stairs, with me in his arms.
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Bam’s Big Sister, Johnny Knoxville
Word Count: 1.3k~
It wasn’t unusual for Bam to bring his friends over for dinner; in fact, mom’s gotten used to it and knows to always make extra. Usually, it’s Dunn coming over which then evolves into him and Bam causing hell for the rest of the night. A lot of the time, I’m laughing along with them as they do stupid shit, but when they decide to fuck with me at three in the morning, it usually backfires on them. Although I think they learned after the last time; it took a while for the burns caused by my curling iron to heal on the side of my little brother’s head.
“Hey, Bam,” I greet my brother as he walks into the living room, skateboard in hand. Meanwhile, I remain sitting on the couch, my feet propped up on the ottoman in front of me as I try to destress from work. Today was rough; sometimes, I wonder why I even continue working the job. It’s only temporary while I’m in college, but I’m not sure how long I can keep it up.
“Hey, sis,” he greets, his eyebrows furrowing as he focuses on me. “You look like hell. Are you okay?” Bam asks, causing me to flip him off with a laugh.
“Fuck you, I don’t look like hell,” I tell him before sitting up straight with my feet on the ground. “I’m okay, I just had a bad day at work,” I explain, sighing afterward. “Bam, I don’t how much longer I can do it. They overwork me, treat me like shit. I think I’ve had enough.”
“I don’t know why you even do it in the first place, (Y/n),” He comments, plopping down next to me. “I know you like to have spending money, but I got you covered!”
“Bam, you are my little brother; I’m not going to ask you for money,” I point out, leaning my elbows against my knee.
“But, you can though,” Bam says, poking my knee with each word. “Not only are the guys and I doing great with our videos, but we even have a major deal coming up!” He exclaims, making me look at him with curiosity. He hasn’t told me about any major deal lately. “Actually, that’s what I was gonna tell you when I came in here. Dunn’s coming over tonight and this new guy we just met from Big Brother. His name is Johnny, and don’t kick his ass if he messes with you. I don't want to lose this deal.”
With that, Bam punches me in the shoulder before standing and running out of the room, only for my shoe to him in the back of the head right as he hits the doorway. “Asshole,” I mutter, shaking my head with a smile. Being four years older than him, I didn’t think we’d be as close as we are, but he’s my little brother, and I can’t help but love the jackass.
After showering and getting some comfortable clothes on, I hang out in the living room for a while before a knock sounds at the front door. Standing up from the couch, I lower the volume on the stereo before heading to the door and opening it. The man standing behind it causes me to freeze, any words in my mouth suddenly gone.
Despite beginning to say something, he grows silent as well, a few seconds passing before he smiles at me. “Hi,” he says, almost lost for words.
Regaining my movement, I smile back at him. “Hi,” I great back, a nervous giggle leaving my lips. I have no clue as to what came over me. “You must be here for Bam.”
“Uh, yeah, actually, I am,” He answers me, nodding. “And you’re his sister…hopefully?” He guesses, making me laugh. As soon as he sees me do this, his smile grows less nervous.
“Yes, I’m (Y/n),” I explain, trying to keep my eyes on his face rather than his arms currently being accentuated by his white t-shirt. It should be illegal to wear such a tight shirt. “And you must be-“
“Johnny, come on in!” I hear Bam’s voice behind me, causing me to turn and see him with Dunn standing beside him. When did he get here? “Johnny, this is my friend, Ryan Dunn. And this,” Bam slaps a hand on my shoulder, “is my asshole-sister (Y/n).”
Before Bam can say anymore, I throw my fist down and punch him in the junk, causing him to hunch over with a huge ‘humph’ leaving his mouth. Immediately, Johnny laughs while Dunn tries to help Bam, despite quiet laughter leaving his lips as well. “I already like her,” Johnny states, stepping into our house so I can close our front door.
With him now standing beside me, I can’t help but look up at him with a happy smile taking over my lips. I feel as if the crappy day I had at work earlier doesn’t even matter now. This feeling only intensifies as Johnny turns his head over to me, his lips forming a smile that could mimic mine. You know, I already like him too.
After Bam introduces Johnny to our parents, mom quickly sets the table for everyone. During dinner, Bam and Dunn share stories with Johnny and vice versa. Everyone at the table can’t stop laughing, all with the exception of Mom’s shocked face as Bam tells crazy stories she has yet to hear. Although, throughout the dinner, Johnny’s eyes kept finding mine, and after we were finished, we finally had the opportunity to talk.
"When my brother said 'asshole-sister,' he really meant older sister," I explain to Johnny as he smiles at me. Still sitting at the table, Johnny and I sit beside each other while Bam and Dunn sit across from us, too busy messing with each other to even look over and see their new cast mate currently talking to me. "I'm only an asshole to him."
A chuckle leaves his lips as he looks between me and my little brother. "I think he deserves it though, right?" He asks, making me chuckle as well.
Nodding, I look over at Bam with Johnny. "Well-deserved," I remark, "especially when he tries to involve me in his skits- God, it is so annoying when he breaks into my room and starts his shit."
Johnny laughs as I complain about my brother, knowing what I say is true. My brother's videos have been shared many times, and with Johnny and him now being crew-mates through Big Brother, I'm sure he has seen a lot of them.
"Don't worry, darling," Johnny murmurs to me before shifting in his seat to fully face me. He wears a confident smile on his lips despite being a bit lower than before. "I'll happily get your brother back for you."
A confident smirk makes its way onto my lips to match his as I hold my hand out to him. "Promise?" I ask him, earning a nod back as Johnny takes my hand in his. His hands are a little rough, granted after he and Bam discussed all the stunts Johnny has done over the years, I can see why. However, his touch is gentle and warm, and as his hand grips mine, I feel my heart almost skip a beat.
"Promise," Johnny repeats the word I just said to him with a certain confidence that makes me laugh. I can only imagine what he and my brother might get into with their various stunts and pranks, but I know he will definitely get my brother at one point or another.
"I'll hold you to that, Mister Knoxville," I tell him, watching his eyes almost haze over at my teasing voice saying his name. The sight makes me silently laugh to myself as I lean back into my dining chair, my eyes now cast upon my parents' old chandelier as I try to calm my racing heart down. I already know this is going to be fun.
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Secret crush: Johnny Knoxville x female reader
You're at your best friends house for the night
She's asleep when you walk in the kitchen to get a glass of water,
When you hear the sound of footsteps, you turn to see her older brother Johnny walking down the steps.
In nothing but sweatpants. Your heart races as he looks at you, a slanted grin on his lips.
You have had a secret crush on him for years
“can't sleep?” Johnny asks, walking over to the pantry.
No, not really.” You say with a smile.
As he pulls down some chips.
Me either, he says’ his lips lift.
I'm getting ready to watch a movie if you wanna come join me.
“I'd love to,” you sat, and Johnny grins while grabbing your hand
It might scare you.” He says, looking back at you with a smirk.
“So try not to scream.
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I feel like if Eddie was alive in the late 90s and early 2000s he’d love Jackass. Also like what if Corroded Coffin got famous or whatever and they were a special guest on there?!?!
“Hey my names, Johnny Knoxville, welcome to Jackass!” -Eddie before cutting to wee man getting shot out of a canon
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ANYTHING BUT ORDINARY | Chapter Twenty-Four
It's press day for the Jackass gang before MTV UK throw a big party that evening. Ell and Johnny are back to sneaking around again, unable to stay apart for long.
This is nothing but pure sickly sweet fluff between Ell and Johnny and I make no apologies for that. Next chapter gets a little heavier so this is just a sweetener before then. Enjoy!
Taglist: @lizey-thornberry @babybammargera @zolofts (let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!)
“…and then because you like Tammy Wynette you should listen to Dottie West. Oh! And I gotta play you some Kitty Wells, you know her? Aw, baby, you’re gonna like her, I think,” Johnny rambled excitedly.
“See I think you’re gonna love Suede, and definitely Blur - especially their first few albums! Y’know what? I think you might like Oasis too if you gave them a try, I’ll have to play you ‘Definitely Maybe’ when we get back,” Ell replied, fizzing with just as much enthusiasm.
“Oh! Honey! You know who else I think you would like?!” Johnny began.
“PJ, Ell, for the love of fucking Christ, will you please both use your indoor voices for one minute?!” Jeff exclaimed from the front of the van.
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hello! I’m a big fan of your jackass fanfics and I have a request. What if Knoxville and reader just had a baby (reader is in the jackass crew) and they bring the baby on set and surprise the boys??? Sorry if this is too long 😭😭 anyways love ya bye 😘🫶🏽
Baby on Board
Y/N and Johnny bring their son on set one day, not realizing what chaos may erupt!
Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Reader
(Fluff)
820 Words
Warnings: None! :)
An: Thank you for the request!! Your request was not too long at all and I really enjoy long requests in general! ;) Anyways, as a warning I have been around very few babies in my life besides in passing, much less responsible for one, so I hope this is all accurate to real baby behavior! As a side note I’d like to thank you all for getting me to 100 followers! This probably deserves it’s own post but I just want to say that I’m so happy so many people enjoy what I write! I would love to do some sort of special or unique fic to come rate, so please send me any and all requests! :)
“So…that’s your baby?” Steve peered curiously at the little human in Johnny’s arms. He chuckled a little, “Well, it’s more Y/ baby. She did all the work- I just made a deposit at the bank.” It was a slow day on set, so you and your husband decided to bring in your new baby to meet the guys. You didn’t really know what to expect, but you were pleasantly surprised as your son reached out a little hand to Steve and his eyes went wide. It was no mystery that he hated babies in general, on account of their propensity for being doorstops that shit and cried, but for some reason this was different. Johnny noticed his reaction and cracked a smile, “If you want, you could hold’em.”
He nodded but didn’t really seem to know what to do after Johnny handed him over, just sort of holding your baby like this precious, fragile thing in his arms. It was sweet, in a way. While he was busy marveling, a production assistant came up and tapped Johnny on the shoulder, whispering something in his ear before trying to hurriedly usher him and you away to something or other that needed to be attended to on set. Johnny quickly turned to Steve as he walked away, “Hey, we’ll be back in five! Think y’could watch him?” There really wasn’t any way he could say no. “Uh, sure, I guess…?” Of course, that was the exact moment your son pooed all over him.
Maybe he wasn’t wrong about babies being doorstops that shat. Though he still looked calm, Steve’s eyes had a trace of panic behind them as he nervously looked around for someone on set to hand your son off to while he went to the bathroom to clean the stuff dripping off of his arm. The first person he found was maybe the only worse person to give a baby to- Ryan. He handed off that drooling little bundle of joy to him in the blink of an eye as he rushed away, “Hey, dude- just hold onto this for a sec.”
He knew even less what to do with the thing, holding the baby at an arm’s length while he kicked his little legs and giggled. Ryan eyed it with suspicion, unsure of what to do next. Steve was long gone, and he didn’t know when he’d be back, so in a moment of quick thinking, he did the only rational thing- handing it off to someone else. Effectively, this baby was being passed around like a fat little babbling football.
Johnny squinted, eyeing him up and down with suspicion at the absence of your son, “Steve, where’s the kid?” He dried the water that dripped off of his recently washed hands on his camo shorts. He sighed and said like there was nothing wrong with it, “I gave him to Ry ‘cause he shat all over me.” Of all people to trust with your baby, you just had to pick Steve-O. You rubbed the space between your eyebrows in frustration, “It’s a baby. It’s gonna shit!”
And so the wild goose chase began. The two of you eventually found the man you were looking for leaning against the side of one of the makeup trailers, beer in hand. “Ryan! Where the hell’s my kid?” Johnny was getting exasperated at this point, as were you. Ryan shrugged nonchalantly, “Gave it to some production assistant lady- Y’know, the one with the hair.” You fell slack jawed and started to wonder if any of these men had been around a child before, much less responsible for one. He sipped his beer “What? It had ‘poopies’. I don’t do ‘poopies’.” Blinking in disbelief, you furrowed your brow, “Okay- okay. Do you have any idea where the woman is?” “Yeah! She’s here all the time- see her every day.” Really narrows it down. Frustrated, you turned to Johnny, “I can’t believe we trusted him with your idiot friends!- no offense, Ryan.” Ever unconcerned, he shrugged, “Hey, none taken.”
After a few panic-inducing minutes of rushing about on set and stumbling into dressing rooms people may or may not have been in (sorry, Bam), you eventually tracked down the aforementioned production assistant. It was Johnny actually who found her, tucked away in some quiet room on set with your son (who had a miraculously clean diaper)- and someone else. In all your time as a mother, you never saw a baby more captivated with anyone than he was with Chris, pawing at his long hair with tiny hands and giggling while he made silly noises to entertain him. “Pbbtt! Goo goo goo! A- pbbtt!”
Johnny cracked a smile and waved you over to look at the sight. God, it was heartwarming. Relieved, you softly awed and he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close, “Well, I do think we’ve found our new babysitter.”
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