#johnny knoxville x f!reader
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Hello I have jealous Knoxville brain rot and I was wondering if you could write a Knoxville x fem!reader where the reader is bams best friend and they grew up skating together attached at the hip but Johnny is fully into the reader and she’s into Johnny (he does not see this) but he thinks she and bam are going to date because everyone thinks they would make the perfect couple. It can take whatever direction you would prefer from there I just would die for some pining jealous Knox 😭
Going Up
[Johnny Knoxville x F!Reader]
Desc: Anon covered it but I made it smutty! As in elevator sex smutty...
A/n: need to put eyeliner on johnny rn. also I'm trying to do something different in all of my smuts so they don’t get boring or repetitive to write so lmk if you like it!! comments and reblogs make my day fr <3
Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, public sex (sort of), alcohol
3.4k words
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Bam and you were fucking around on your boards, doing stupid tricks and just wasting time until you were called to set. You always thought it was stupid that your call times were so early when you were never really needed until the afternoon at least. Nonetheless you showed up, bored and hungover.
“Fuck I’ve almost got it.” You bitched, irritated that you couldn’t succeed in the easiest tricks when your head was throbbing from the night before. Bam laughed,
“Yeah, sure you do.” This earned him a prompt thump on the arm from your fist, your teeth grinding.
“Shut up, dickhead.” He still laughed, only holding the site of injury this time. He looked up behind you and raised his eyebrows. You spun around to see who he was looking at only to see Johnny Knoxville staring over at the two of you, quickly shifting his gaze once you spotted him, pretending he wasn’t looking.
“Hmmm.” Bam hmmmed.
“What?” You asked, skating in circles around him.
“He’s got the hots for you.”
You rolled your eyes, “You think everyone’s got the hots for me.”
“Because they do!”
You scoffed, “Your ego for me is bigger than my own. No one even asks me out anymore.”
“That’s ‘cause they think we’re dating.”
You pouted in contemplation. “I guess. Well why won’t you date me then?!” You brought your arms around Bam’s neck in mockery as you skated past him, laughing as he attempted to shoo you off. You planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek like a drunken aunt.
“You’re gross. You’re like my sister, freak.” You giggled as Bam attempted to wipe your spit off his face, arms still wrapped around him.
Johnny swallowed thickly as he observed you acting all coupley with Bam, sipping the crappy cup of coffee he got from the catering table when Ryan wandered over to him and looked to see what he was gawking at. He sighed,
“You know they’re not dating, right?” Johnny was snapped out of his daze upon hearing his voice.
He cleared his throat, “What? Oh, uh. Yeah.” He scratched the back of his head, feeling caught. He bit his lip, looking back over to you, his heart beating a little faster the wider you smiled.
“She probably likes you dude. There’s not many women that don’t.” Johnny took another sip from his styrofoam cup, eyes still on you, shrugging. Ry just shook his head, chuckling under his breath. He patted Johnny reassuringly on his shoulder and walked away, leaving him to yearn a little longer. You glanced up to see Johnnys eyes still drinking you in. You smiled and waved at him jokingly, causing his cheeks to flush as he hobbled off. Maybe he does have the hots for you after all.
“She probably likes you dude. There’s not many women that don’t.” Johnny took another sip from his styrofoam cup, eyes still on you, shrugging. Ry just shook his head, chuckling under his breath. He patted Johnny reassuringly on his shoulder and walked away, leaving him to yearn a little longer. You glanced up to see Johnnys eyes still drinking you in. You smiled and waved at him jokingly, causing his cheeks to flush as he hobbled off. Maybe he does have the hots for you after all.
A few days later you were in your hotel room applying your makeup, ready to go hit the bars after filming on location in New York. Bam and you were sharing, not the same bed but still, it didn’t help the rumours. You carefully lined your lips with liner as Bam lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, bored out of his tree waiting on you.
“The bars are gonna be fucking closed by the time we leave.” You rolled your eyes, rubbing your lips together and tousling your hair.
“It’s not even eleven yet. We’re gonna be early freak.” Bam pushed himself off the mattress,
“Fuck this, I’m leaving with Ryan it’s too late to be this sober.”
He grabbed his jacket and key card and swung the door open only to be met with a tall figure, hand raised and ready to knock.
“Johnny.” Bam spoke, leading you to snap your head to take a look at the supposed man at your door.
“Hey.” The often confident man’s voice wavered awkwardly, as if he had been caught in a trap. Bam leaned back to look at you, then back to Johnny, smiling like an idiot.
“I was about to head with Ryan, you can come if you want or uh…” Bam raised his brows suggestively, something you didn’t spot. Johnny cleared his throat and swallowed thickly, contemplating for a moment whether or not he wanted to let it out that he’d rather stay with you.
“I can stay with her while she gets ready. Bring you down if you want.” He called out to you, biting the bullet. You flicked your hair away from your face, grinning,
“Sure. I’ll be ready in a minute anyways.” Bam shrugged and left the two of you to it, Johnny stumbling in and seating himself on the edge of your bed, observing you through the mirror as you smudged some more eyeliner in your waterline.
“That looks like it hurts. Is it not going into your eye?!” Johnny gritted his teeth together while you giggled.
“I’m used to it. Here let me put some on you.” You held the eyeliner pencil between your fingers and turned to face him though his hands were already raised up, refusing.
“Oh come on! It doesn’t hurt and you can wash it off if you really hate it!” You flashed your best puppy dog eyes which ultimately worked as he simply couldn’t say no to you when you looked like that. He rolled his eyes as you grinned, moving closer to him. His breath hitched as your knees brushed against his, hands holding himself up as he leaned back slightly, eyes peering up at you. You took your bottom lip between your teeth in concentration and rested your hand against his cheek, Johnny swallowing right after. You used your thumb to pull his eye down just a tad, enough to see his waterline and went right in to apply it, accidentally poking him straight in the eye.
“Ow!” The jabbed exclaimed, pulling away from you and holding his hand over his eye dramatically.
You rolled you eyes. “Alright sorry. It was only a poke! C’mere it didn’t even get in your waterline.” Johnny was about to protest but felt he couldn’t once you pulled his face forward again forcefully, tongue poking out of your mouth as you concentrated on the task at hand.
He looked up to the ceiling and pretended the situation wasn’t incredibly uncomfortable as your raised leg kneeled on his lap in order to get the job done, face so close to his own as you tediously worked on coating his under eyes with black eyeliner. He couldn’t help but let his eyes drift to take you in, somehow you looked even more beautiful when you were in concentration. Your eyes met his and you smiled with your brows knitted together, a little unsure on why he was gawking once again. Well not really unsure, you were fairly sure. As you got back to it, Johnny posed a question,
“So you do this with Bam a lot huh?” You rolled your eyes at the insinuation of it.
“Well yeah, ever since he saw Ville with it he begs me to do it all the time. He fucks it up whenever he tries to put it on himself.” You pulled the pencil away to admire your work as the first eye seemed done.
“Looks good.” You smile, Johnny trying to move his head to take a look in the mirror but your hand pulling his face away.
“Not yet. Lemme do the other one.” You repeated your movements of pulling his eye down slightly with your thumb to do the next one, brows knitted together.
Johnny looked up to you, sunken eyes boring into your face.
“So you and Bam huh?” You scoffed, that was a sentence you heard practically everyday.
“No. Not me and Bam. How long have I known you at this stage?!”
Johnny smiled. “I dunno. You’re sharing a hotel room so.” His southern voice drawled. You continued penciling in the makeup.
“Different beds idiot. MTV’s budget must be tight this year.”
Johnny bit his lip. “So there’s nothing going on there.”
You shook your head, “Nothing.” That’s when you finished the job, pulling away to admire your work.
“Not bad huh?” This time you allowed Johnny to look at himself, standing up to get closer to the mirror.
“Christ I look ridiculous.”
You laughed, “No you don’t! This is so in right now.” You folded your arms and came up to the mirror as well to look at his face through the reflection.
“Yeah it’s in for twenty year olds. I’m old remember?”
You rolled your eyes. “You’re only like nine years older than me.”
Johnny flashed you a ‘careful’ look, but you smiled it off. He looked fucking hot if you were being honest, and that little crush you had on him was coming back in full force. You bit your lip as you and Johnny stared at each other for a little too long until he bustled off to the bathroom to attempt to scrub the liner off. His efforts were almost futile, a faint black still present in his waterline.
“That’s hot! No, seriously it looks good like that.” Johnny sighed as he realised he’d have to go out with a trace of makeup on his face.
“Are girls gonna think I’m gay?”
You laughed, shaking your head. “Well you’ll have me on your arm so, hopefully not.” Johnny raised his brow at you but you ignored him, grabbing your purse, ready to hit the bars.
The bar everyone was meeting at was busy and bustling, a live band playing. You and Johnny arrived together of course and hit the bar immediately to get some drinks, already far too sober compared to the likes of Chris and Steve-o. You sat together in slightly close quarters, chatting amongst yourselves. You were enjoying his company, he smelled nice and the more you drank the more flirty you got. You had already punched Steve-o square in the arm when he made a dumb comment about Johnny’s ‘new look’ and an hour later his arm was draped over you. That was until Bam stumbled over to you all, clearly very drunk.
“You have to come dance with me. Now!” He reached out and grabbed your hand, forcing you up and away from your arm candy.
“Hey!” You called out but Bam was already pulling you onto the dance floor, hands grabbing your waist to dance with you.
You reluctantly pulled your arms up around Bam’s shoulders. Sure you loved to dance but when you did with Bam and you were drunk, the rumours were only set ablaze. You tried to catch Johnnys eyes as you swung your hips, only seeing him grit his teeth and practically glare at Bam. Was he… jealous? You looked at your dance partner who was too inebriated to have any sort of spatial awareness, simply blindly moving you around. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted an attractive looking girl dancing by herself and so you hatched a plan. As Johnny continued to glare you pushed Bam off of you and practically shoved him towards the other girl.
“This is Bam!” You called out to her and she looked rather thrilled, must’ve been a fan.
As the new couple began to dance once more you strutted over towards Johnny who was now looking at you like a deer in the headlights.
“Come on. You wanna dance with me right? Well dance with me now!” You slipped your hand in his and pulled him up, dragging him behind you as you set off for the floor.
Johnny was in slight shock, his hands finding their way to your waist in a daze as you brought your arms around his neck, moving your hips with the beat. You looked up to Johnny and flashed a smug grin,
“Were you jealous Knoxville?”
Johnny blushed, laughing and shaking his head.
“So what if I was?”
You smiled even wider, taking Johnny’s hand from your waist and moving it down to cup your ass.
“You don’t need to be.”
You chewed your lip as his hands felt you up on the dance floor, not caring that people might see your skirt riding up and exposing your ass. Johnny looked especially attractive as he appeared almost flustered, cheeks burning red and eyes blown out. As the music changed you moved yourself around so your back was pressed against his chest, letting his arms drape around you and push you closer to him, feeling the outline of his dick press into your ass. You grinded to the beat of the loud music, feeling his breath on your neck and his stubble grazing your skin. It felt almost too intimate right there in the middle of all the bodies, sweaty and drunk, but god did you want him. You placed your hand over Johnny’s as it pressed into your stomach to hold you there and turned around so you could whisper in his ear,
“Wanna get out of here?”
Johnny only nodded, allowing you to lead him away from the crowds and out of the bar towards your hotel. Boy were you glad it was so close by as the desperation was radiating off of your hot bodies, clammy hands holding each other as you made your way through the streets, no talking necessary.
You both smiled politely at the receptionists as you wandered inside the hotel, trying to act as if you weren’t as desperate as you’d ever been, silently praying no stranger would join you in the elevator on your way up. Alas you were left alone, standing side by side as the doors shut. One second later Johnny flipped himself around and slammed his lips onto yours, forcing his leg between yours so they were parted and making out with you roughly. Your hands flew up to hold his face, letting out quiet whimpers as he took you with such force. His hands were already roaming over your body, fisting the fabric of the back of your skirt in his hand and pulling it up. If you didn’t know him any better you’d think he was about to fuck you in the elevator.
That’s when you felt it jolt, stopping on whatever floor you were on. You opened your eyes and pulled away from Johnny’s mouth in a panic, thinking something had broken but instead you were met with his hand over the emergency stop button, manical grin on his face. You covered your mouth with your hand, half shocked but entirely bemused.
“Are you serious?!” You laughed, completely bewildered.
“Couldn’t wait any longer.” is all he said, immediately diving back in to kiss you once more.
As your skirt had already been pushed up over your ass, in fact bunched up around your waist, Johnny’s fingers were smoothly tucked into the band of your panties, waiting for the moment he could finally pull them down. He took the opportunity as soon as your hand reached down to palm him over his pants, pushing your body against the wall of the elevator at the same time. You let out a groan as you frantically unbuckled his pants, him eventually giving in and shoving them down to pool around his ankles instead.
After some more hot and heavy making out, you felt Johnny’s hard cock press into the inside of your thigh and so you took matters into your own hands, freeing the member and urging him to fuck you against the cool metal walls of the box. You moaned as he entered you, his stubbly chin grazing your neck and lips kissing the skin tenderly as he began bucking his hips forward. He dug his thumbs into the skin of your waist to hold you still, your arms wrapping around his neck to brace yourself the faster he went.
Johnny’s grunts and your whimpers echoed around the elevator, it even jolted slightly with every thrust and it almost felt surreal that heart throb Johnny Knoxville was fucking you in a hotel elevator. You hid your girlish grin in the crook of his neck, kissing and sucking on it all the while.
“You think Bam could fuck me like this?” You whispered into his ear.
Sure it was evil but god did you love provoking the men that fucked you, it just makes everything more fun. Johnny laughed, more of a ‘fuck you’ sort of chuckle but he laughed nonetheless.
“You gonna talk about Bam while I’m balls deep inside of you?”
Johnny pulled his lips away from your neck to look you in the eye, yours as blown out as his. You grinned playfully.
“Well this means you don’t have to be jealous anymore. Your eyeliners fucking hot by the way”
Johnny laughed.
“Shut up.”
He continued to fuck you hard, his thrusts only increasing in pace and his moans only getting louder along with yours. It wasn’t long until he got you to that familiar place, head leaning back against the wall as you were worked to the edge.
“Fuck I’m gonna come.” You managed to get out between pants, holding onto your breath as you felt the sensation creep forward.
Johnny continued his relentless pace until you came hurtling down, the wave of pleasure washing over you and making your legs shake. The feeling of you tightening around Johnny made his breath hitch as you brought him closer to the edge.
“Can I come inside you baby?”
You nodded, head still reeling from your orgasm. Johnny gripped your hips tightly, pushing even further into you as he came with a loud groan into your neck, the hot breath sending shivers down your spine.
The two of you remained in the same place, panting and fucked out, sweat dripping from your foreheads. Johnny’s head was still buried in the crook of your neck.
“You alright there?” You laughed, poking his cheek.
He pulled away grinning.
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”
You both laughed until Johnny kissed you again, your heads all foggy.
“You know we can do this again once we’re out of this elevator right?” You pulled away once his kisses got more needy, practically ready for round two already when his dick was growing soft inside you.
He laughed as he pulled out of you, the sensation making you wince slightly.
“Sorry.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek.
He bent down to help pull your panties back up and smooth your skirt out after buckling up his own pants. He fixed himself up a little more before pressing the emergency stop button once again as well as another button.
“Shit.” He muttered.
“What?!”
Johnny bared his teeth.
“I accidentally pressed the reception floor.”
You rolled your eyes and scoffed.
“Christ I hope those poor workers don’t see us again.”
Just as you attempted to fix up your hair the doors opened to reveal none other than Bam Margera himself, arm sleazily hung over the same girl you threw him at on the dance floor. You and Johnny must’ve looked like a deer in headlights right then but Bam was far too drunk and oblivious to notice just yet.
“Oh hey guys!” He grinned, entering with his new chick, her hand dragging over his chest.
“Weird the elevator wasn’t working for a minute. What were you guys doing already in here, I thought you left like thirty minutes ago?” Bam asked but his face dropped once it dawned on him.
He observed the pair of you, your makeup all messed up with tangled hair, skirt all wrinkled and Johnny with his messy hair and lipstick stains coating his neck and collar.
“Oh.”
“Let’s not.” You interjected before Bam could say anything that would make your skin crawl.
The rest of the elevator ride was painfully awkward and silent, even Bam’s girl noticing the horrible tension. Once you finally reached your floor after what felt like forever Bam spoke up.
“So uhh... can we take our room or do you want to-”
“Take our room.” You sputtered, leaving the damn elevator as soon as possible and darting towards Knoxville’s room, desperate to escape.
End.
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I Fall For You- Johnny Knoxville x Gn!Reader
Warnings: None :D
Based off the song I Fall For You by Sebastien Lefebvre
The scent of alcohol filled the air but it was something you were relatively used to. Being apart of the jackass crew meant constant parties if you weren't doing stunts with the crew but no matter there was always something stupid and irresponsible happening. Normally you would be fully invested in the party but as of lately the only thing that had been on your mind was the "leader" of the crew. You and Johnny have known each other for awhile and at first your feelings started off small. You thought it was just simply thinking he was attractive but over the past couple of years those feelings grew and he seemed to occupy every second of your mind. Even just the smallest things would cause you to think of Johnny and have a stupid smile plastered on your lips.
You secluded yourself to a more quiet area of the party where you could also keep a good eye on Johnny to admire him but also make sure he didn't do anything stupid. Well mostly admire him. Your hand gently held a small cup that contained very little alcohol left in it, a small sigh escaping past your lips as you just set it on the table next to you and crossed your arms over your chest. Your gaze was practically fixed on Knoxville that you didn't realize Christ trying to get your attention until he gave you a flick to the nose.
"What the fuck, Pontius?" You said, voice laced with annoyance as you looked up at the man. It was hard to stay angry though due to the fact he was in his bunny the lifeguard costume.
"I've been trying to get your attention, you've just been sitting staring at Knoxville. Does he have something on him or something?" Chris stated. He was so oblivious to the fact that it was more than just staring but that was just Chris, he was like a big dumb puppy that everyone loved. You were a little caught off guard though by his words, you didn't expect to be called out on your actions.
"No, he doesn't have anything on him..It's uh, something else." You replied awkwardly, gulping and pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.
'What you wanna kiss him? Because I mean, maybe it's the alcohol talking but I wouldn't mind kissing him right now." Chris joked. He mostly said that to make you annoyed and possibly jealous. You wouldn't admit it but it worked.
"Shut up, Chris." You muttered bitterly but all it did was cause Chris to laugh and jump excitedly.
"Oh my god you totally do. You should go kiss him before he.." Chris said but then trailed off as he noticed Johnny flirting a bit with one of the girls that were invited to the party. Jealousy ran through you and you instantly looked away which caused Chris to feel a bit guilty, he hated seeing you upset.
"I need to go outside for a moment.." You said in one breath, speed walking past Chris before accidentally shoulder checking Johnny on your way out.
You couldn't think straight and as soon as you made it outside, you made a beeline to a secluded but well lit area of the backyard. It was easier to think and much easier to process everything. But in just a matter of seconds guilt ran through you. You felt as if there was no reason to be jealous because Johnny wasn't even yours to begin with, but you wanted him to be yours. Everything was silent for a moment as you sat with your knees tucked to your chest and your arms wrapped around them, your fingers interlocking. There was the soft sound of crickets chirping and a light breeze ran through your hair as you just stared off into the distance.
You reached a hand down to run it gently through the lush blades of grass. It was easy to tell that the lawn had been mowed recently purely because of the smell that filled the air. It was still silent and things felt calm, at least until you felt a large hand rest on your shoulder while that same person sat next to you.
You turned your head to look at Johnny before your gaze quickly dropped to the grass.
"What was the rush to get out of there? You shoulder checked me and you seemed pretty upset, darling." Johnny said softly, his southern accent slipping just slightly as he spoke. Blush covered your face at the pet name, it was something you had grown to love over time which was a small part of the reason you had fallen so hard for him.
"I just um..I was feeling overwhelmed and needed fresh air." You said, lying straight through your teeth which Johnny was able to pick up easily. Actually, he didn't even have to listen to you to know you were lying. Chris had told him everything and now he knew vaguely about the little secret you've been keeping from everyone.
"Hmm I dunno, a little bunn- I mean, a little birdie told me that you were staring at me the whole time and got upset when you saw me flirting with one of those girls." Johnny remarked with a sly grin, taking off his glasses and setting them in his shirt.
"Of course Chris told you." You muttered with a pout, continuing to avoid looking at him. It was honestly embarrassing how you reacted and how strong your feelings were for Johnny. Thought Johnny did feel a bit bad, he cleared his throat and began to take the situation more seriously.
"You can kiss me if you want." Johnny said softly. You were caught off guard from that, looking away once again.
"I want to, but this is much more than just me wanting to kiss you or petty jealousy." You muttered. Knox's eyebrows furrowed at that and he tilted his head in curiosity.
"Then what is it, darling." Johnny muttered softly, reached over and using his index finger and thumb to very gently grab your chin, making you look into his intoxicating brown eyes. You body shuddered and your breath hitched at that before you cleared your throat gently.
"Well, I certainly do want to kiss you but because I love you and not for anything less than that." You managed too sputter out, it was difficult and you stumbled a few times because Johnny's gaze was so intense. Though you were always pretty nervous around him, he just had an intimidating presence about him.
"Yeah?" Johnny asked, his voice a raspy whispered as he leaned in a bit, moving his hand to gently cup the side of your face.
"Y-yeah." You stuttered out nervously, letting Johnny take the lead.
"Before I kiss you, can you promise me one thing?" Johnny mumbled.
"Of course, anything." You said, placing your hand gently on top of his and the other gently grabbing at his shirt.
'Next time you want to kiss me, just do it instead of bottling everything up." Johnny joked a bit, causing your face to go red with blush once again before letting out a small laugh.
'Will do, captain." You replied jokingly.
With that Johnny finally closed the gap between the both of you. His lips were soft and felt perfect against yours. It was sweet, passionate and loving. It wasn't anything more than that.
"Hope you know this makes you mine, sweetheart." Johnny said as he pulled away slowly from the kiss, using the back of his fingers to brush strands of your hair out of your face.
"I'd hope so because I don't want to belong to anyone else." You said with a small laugh before placing a gentle kiss to his lips once again. Johnny chuckled slightly into the kiss, pulling you closer to him before pulling away and resting his forehead upon yours.
"I love you, my dear." Johnny said softly, pressing his lips to your forehead.
"I love you too, Knox." You replied, voice gentle and soft. This made Johnny's smile wider if that was even possible, causing him to wrap his arms around you and pull you into his lap.
"I'm glad I fell for you." You said. It was cheesy but you knew Knox could care less.
"I'm glad you did too." He said, pecking your lips gently.
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Can’t Sleep
Johnny Knoxville x f!reader
Johnny can’t sleep, and he makes it your problem too.
A/N: NSFW. smut with plot? slight noncon if you squint but obvs would stop if you said to stop sort of thing. also could be any age Johnny but I think I was going for 4/4.5/present day Johnny when I started this
“Sweetheart.” Johnny murmured near your ear, nosing brushing against you. His arm was draped over your waist, fingers gently tugging at the hem of your shirt before they slipped under, brushing against your skin.
You mumbled something unintelligible in response, reaching around to gently swat at the man. “Stop it. ‘m trying to sleep.”
“And I can’t..” it was almost a whine as his nails gently grazed along the skin of your stomach and you giggled a bit at the sensation, swatting at him again.
“Honey, we have to get up early.” Your tired voice responded and you tried to inch away from him to no avail, your husband grabbing onto you and pulling you back against his chest to keep spooning you.
You thought that was the end of his teasing until you felt him lick his tongue at the shell of your ear, your breath hitching in your throat. His breath was hot against your skin and it was suddenly a lot harder to breathe, eyebrows furrowing as you willed yourself to try to ignore him; not give in to his games.
Johnny grinned against you, realizing his plan was working when he heard you. He pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, his nose brushing in your hair before he started to inch himself down. Your shoulder. Your arm. Hand gently rubbing over your hip now, fingers digging into your skin as his hand slipped under the waistband of your sweatpants, starting to massage your hip gently.
You clenched your thighs together as you felt yourself start to ache, a bit upset your husband’s actions were working. Your eyes were still shut, still in denial.
His breath fanned over your ear once more, his voice low, “I feel you moving..” his hand dipped further into your sweats, gently rubbing against the side of your thigh as he spooned you. You could feel him hard against your ass. “How about you just tell me to stop if you want me to?” He was mouthing at the shell of your ear again before gently biting at your neck, groaning as his hand rubbed your hip. “And you’re not wearing underwear?”
“PJ..” you couldn’t help the whimper that left you at this point, eyes opening to the dark room.
Johnny shushed you, hand reaching around now, expertly delving between your thighs. He groaned again, almost gutterly, involuntarily, once he reached your already soaking core, two of his fingers swiping through your slick slit before gently starting to rub circles around your clit. You gasped, back arching against him as your eyes fell shut again.
“How are you always so wet for me so fast, angel?” His voice was strained as he rubbed himself against you, desperate for any friction. You couldn’t help but whimper again, hips rolling down against his hand. He cooed at your actions, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. “My sweet girl.”
“Please.” It was a whisper as you rolled your hips back, eyebrows furrowed.
“What was that?” He grinned against your shoulder. He pulled his hand away suddenly and you whined at the loss of contact, suddenly putty in his hands.
“I’m awake.” You gave in.
“I thought you were trying to sleep? We have a busy day tomorrow..” he bit at your shoulder with a moan as he humped himself once against you.
You suddenly took matters into your own hands and reached down, shoving your sweatpants off and kicking them down the bed, now lost somewhere in the sheets. You could feel Johnny still breathing a bit heavily now against your neck before you felt him doing the same with his boxers, the bed shaking a bit with both of your movements.
You could feel him a lot more now, leaking member hitting your ass. You quickly turned over and kissed him, hand reaching down to stroke him, thumb spreading pre-cum around his tip. He shuddered against your mouth, hips bucking into your hand before he pulled away, quickly moving himself in between your legs. You spread your legs for him with no hesitation, a choked gasp leaving you at the feeling of him lining himself up with you. He ran his tip along your slit with a shuddered sound, his other hand now gripping onto one of your thighs tightly as he started to sink himself into you.
You forced yourself to keep your eyes open, vision mostly adjusted to the dark. You could see enough to make Johnny out, hands gripping at the sheets next to you as you held your breath.
“Good?” Johnny’s voice was a bit strained as he bottomed out, the man leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. You nodded after a moment, a hand reaching up to tangle in his hair as he buried his face in your neck.
“Good.” You confirmed before lifting your hips, breath already a bit ragged. “Move, please, John-” Your mouth fell open in a silent moan as he started to roll his hips down into you, fingers tightening in his hair. You felt your toes curl as Johnny picked up his pace after a bit, a whimper leaving you as you felt him bite down on your shoulder again. It felt a bit tight, sore in a bitterly sweet way. Part of you relished in the feeling, something about it going straight to your head.
You let out a choked moan as your body became more adjusted to him, head thrown back as your eyes fell shut. Your heels were digging into the mattress, your hips lifting to meet Johnny’s thrusts. You tugged on his hair, urging him back to your face as you pulled him into a sloppy kiss, your hands holding his face as you opened your mouth to him.
Johnny had snaked a hand down while the two of you were kissing, his thumb starting to rub tight circles around your clit in time with his thrusts. You inhaled sharply at the sudden sensation, your hands moving to his shoulders as you dug your nails into his skin. He hissed against your mouth, pulling back. “Jesus, Y/N..”
“I don’t,” You shook your head, forcing your eyes open to look up at him in the dark, “I don’t know why I’m so- John-” Your hips bucked up involuntarily against him, your face flushing warm with embarrassment at how quickly you had become putty under him. Johnny returned his mouth’s attention to your neck and you could feel him grinning against your skin in-between marks and nips, his scruff rubbing against you.
It was long until you couldn’t help the babbling words of praise for your husband, head thrown back as you whimpered in between your sentences. Your thighs were trying to spread wider for him, legs hooking around his hips to keep him close. Johnny gasped against your neck as you dug your nails into his shoulders again, a guttural whine leaving you as your hips tried to roll against his thrusts once more. “So-so good- PJ,” you gasped the words, eyes starting to sting with tears, “feels so good.”
“Holy shit, sweetheart,” Johnny groaned as he thrusted into you, the sounds wet. “I don’t think you’ve been this wet before. I should wake you up more often.”
“Maybe.” You couldn’t help but laugh, one of your heels digging into his lower back. Your eyes screwed shut in pleasure as your thighs started to shake. “Oh God,” you huffed a breath, a hand reaching up to grip Johnny’s bicep tightly, nails digging into his skin. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop, please, baby, please,” you were pleading at this point and Johnny pulled back a bit to stare down at you in amazement, trying to keep his thrusts and attention to your clit the same pace for you.
He could feel you clenching and fluttering around him, could feel your wetness against his skin around his groin as well. He almost couldn’t believe it. The sight of you completely ruined under him and begging, even if it was dark. He silently wished he had turned on the bedside lamp at this point so he could see his handiwork better.
You soon felt the knot in your stomach start to tighten, and you clenched around Johnny with a silent moan as it came undone, your walls spasming around his cock as you came. It felt like waves, your head digging into your pillow as you felt yourself involuntarily clench and unclench, your legs shaking violently as your feet fell to the bed, heels digging into the mattress once again.
Johnny choked on a groan as the feeling, his hips stuttering as he felt you contract around him. He leaned back down to kiss you as he chased his own high, his free hand coming up to tangle in your hair. You whined into his mouth as he kept rubbing your clit, hands now fisting in the sheets next to you as you started to become overstimulated. Johnny gripped your hair, pulling your head to the side as he reattached himself to another part of your neck as his thrusts became a bit choppy.
It wasn’t long before Johnny was biting down on your shoulder with a moan, the feeling of his own release filling you causing you to whimper once again, his thumb slowing its assault on your clit as his thrusts slowed. His hips bucked once more as he groaned against your shoulder, his eyes shut as he tried to catch his breath. You were still panting underneath him, your body finally relaxing against the bed as he pulled his hand away from your core.
“Jesus Christ,” You muttered, a blissful smile etching itself along your lips as you brought your shaking arms to wrap around your husband best you could. You shivered as he pulled himself from you, the feeling of his release starting to drip out of you a bit. Johnny exhaled a laugh in response, allowing his own body to fall limply next to you on your shared bed before he pulled you to him. You slotted easily against his side, your head resting on his shoulder as the two of you laid in the dark, still trying to regain any composure you had left.
“You.. really got into it for a minute there.” Johnny spoke after a few minutes of silence. You looked up at him, eyes focusing on him best they could.
“I..” You trailed off, face burning with embarrassment before you rested your head on his chest again. “I really don’t know what got into me. All of the sudden all I could think of was.. was you, inside of me.”
Johnny groaned in response to your words, arm tightening around you as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “It was beautiful is what it was. All those noises you were making? God.”
You snorted a laugh against his chest, gently smacking his torso. “Shut up.”
“I’m serious. And how wet you were? Dripping onto me-”
“PJ!” You gaped, looking up at him. The man just laughed in response, grin evident even in the dark room.
“At least you aren’t that loud when we meet up at shoots. Who knows what kind of trouble we’d get into.”
“Philip John, I swear-” You were cut off by the sound of him giggling before you shook your head, resting your head on him once again. “Go back to sleep. Don’t we have to leave for the beach tomorrow?”
“Yep. Should be fun.” He pressed another kiss to your head, hand rubbing circles along your back under your shirt, “Especially if I can get you to do all of that again in the hotel-”
You groaned, hiding your face in his chest as he continued to laugh at your expense, shaking your head. It didn’t seem sleep was going to be happening anytime soon.
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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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feeling good ~ johnny knoxville
word count: 1823
request?: yes!
“I’m not too sure if you’d write for the Jackass, but I’m going out on a limb here. I wanted to request Johnny Knoxville smut, just him eating you out like his life depended on it and maybe him cumming in his pants. Idk why I just feel like that man goes feral for pussy. Thank you.”
“Hiya, would you be able to do a Johnny Knoxville smut?? Can literally be anything!!”
“hey i've just read your Johnny Knoxville fics and I LOVED them! I think you're an incredible writer!!
If it's okay (and you don't have to write it if you don't want to) but would you be able to write a Johnny Knoxville x female reader smut? Literally anything!!
Thank you!!!”
description: in which he gets a little too turned on while making her feel good
pairing: johnny knoxville x female!reader
warnings: swearing, smut (oral; f receiving), this might be more of a blurb than a one shot/imagine, but let’s see where it goes (which isn’t really a warning but i feel like i have to state that now)
masterlist (one, two, three)
It was an understatement to say that Johnny worshipped your pussy. Every second he could get he would want to be giving it all the love and attention he felt it deserved, whether that be playing with it, fingering it, fucking it just the way you wanted him to. But his favorite way to worship your pussy was by going down on you.
There was no place Johnny would rather be than laying on this stomach or down on his knees with his head between your thighs and his tongue absolutely devouring your clit. It was his favorite way to get you prepped for his cock, although sometimes he didn’t even need to put himself inside of you to get off. All he needed was his tongue against you, your thighs around his head, and the beautiful sounds of your moans filling his ears.
Johnny was absolutely feral for your pussy.
You’d never complain about his love for going down on you, though. Not that you could, honestly. When Johnny’s tongue was on you, you could barely form a coherent sentence. He made you feel so good in a way you didn’t even know was possible. You half-jokingly told him more than once that you had wasted all your life with guys who were “afraid to eat pussy”, and he wholeheartedly agreed.
Your favorite was when he would wake you with his tongue, which was how your day had started on this particular morning.
You were already in the middle of a wet dream involving Johnny when you were slowly roused from your slumber by a pleasurable feeling between your legs. At first, you just thought you were still dreaming. It wasn’t until you felt the sharp sting of Johnny’s fingernails digging into your thighs that you realized this was real, and you quickly opened your eyes so you could take a good look at your loving boyfriend beneath the covers.
You pulled back the covers and ran a hand through Johnny’s graying hair. Feeling your touch, he looked up at you with those lustful brown eyes that you loved so much.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he said.
“Good morning,” you responded, your sentence capped off with a gasp as Johnny ran his tongue through your folds again. “I’ll never get over waking up this way.”
“Good,” he said. “Because I don’t intend on stopping this any time soon.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, he dove back into your pussy. Your head fell back against the pillow as you moaned in pure ecstasy. Johnny’s tongue ran from your clit down to your pussy, lapping up the pool of arousal that was forming there. One hand gripped the sheets beneath you as the other held firmly to Johnny’s head, attempting to stay grounded however you could.
He started by lapping slow, long strokes from your cunt to your clit. A repetitive back and forth that had your toes curling already. After being teased by your dream, you weren’t sure if you’d be able to last long. You desperately wanted to feel him inside of you, but you knew it was no use in asking him to stop just yet. For one, he was going to want you to cum in his mouth. That was a given. But also, you knew that if he did stop now to fuck you, he’d just be right back where he started after a short break so he could get what he wanted.
There's no harm in multiple orgasms, you thought to yourself. I’ll have him inside of me either way.
What you didn’t know was that this was turning Johnny way more than he felt it should’ve. Of course, it wasn’t the first time that the action of eating you out alone had gotten him this rock hard and ready to burst. Most times he felt like this, actually. He had never voiced that to you in fear of what you’d think of him getting off to just eating you out. It always made him feel like a teenage boy again instead of a grown man.
But most times when Johnny got too turned on just from eating you out, he would get you to cum almost immediately so he could fuck you and get his own release. Since he had gotten a bit of a head start (no pun intended) before you woke up, he felt like he was dangerously balancing on the edge of his own orgasm. He didn’t think he’d last long even when he finally got to put himself inside of you.
His tongue strokes became quicker and more desperate. His face was buried in your pussy, his tongue shoving as deep into you as he possibly could. Feeling the tip of his tongue protruding your tight hole caused your body to tremor with the build up of your orgasm. You gripped his hair tightly and pulled it a little, causing him to moan into your dripping folds. His dick was so painfully hard that all he craved was to feel your cunt gripping him tightly, milking his cum out of him while he got to look down at your beautiful face.
Johnny rutted his hips into the mattress in hopes of getting some relief, but it proved to be a bad idea when he felt his own orgasm creeping up on him. Even the slightest breeze could push him over the edge at this point. He didn’t want to hurry you along too much, but he was beyond desperate at this point.
You started chanting his name like it was the only word that you knew. That’s how he knew you were getting close. He gripped your thighs so tightly that he was leaving crescent marks imprinted on your soft skin. He ate you out like you were the last meal he would ever have, feeling your body tense up and wanting to feel it release as soon as possible.
“Johnny!” you cried out as you felt the coil inside of you snap suddenly. He moaned into you, the vibrations running throughout your body like extra pleasure.
You whimpered as Johnny pulled away from you. His lips and chin were glistening from your juices, a sight that turned you on enough to want to go for a round two almost immediately. You reached out for him as he started to lift himself off of the bed, but he caught your wrists in your hands before you could pull off his pajama pants.
“I...uh...I may need a minute,” he said.
You looked at him in confusion as he got off the bed and made his way into the ensuite bathroom. You couldn’t understand why he wanted to take a break before fucking you. Usually, once he made you cum, he’d have himself balls deep inside of you now and fucking your brains out.
It wasn’t until you moved to close your legs and felt a wet patch near your feet that you got an idea as to what had happened.
When Johnny exited the bathroom, sans his pants and boxers, you couldn’t help but smirk to yourself.
“Did you cum just from going down on me?” you asked.
You didn’t mean for it to sound judgmental. You definitely were not about to make any negative comments after making this discovery. You didn’t want Johnny to feel bad, and also you found it very hot that he was able to get off like that. But your question caused a look of embarrassment to cross over Johnny’s face. You quickly sat up onto your knees and moved to the edge of the bed to take his face in your hands, forcing you to look at him.
“Hey,” you said in a soft, soothing voice. “I didn’t mean anything by that. I just wanted some confirmation on if that’s what happened or not.”
“I don’t want to confirm it,” Johnny muttered. “It’s fucking embarrassing.”
“No it’s not! Baby, that’s hot.”
“You think it’s hot that I came in my pants like a fucking middle schooler getting dry humped for the first time?”
You chuckled and pulled him so that he was sat on the bed next to you. “Okay, I understand why you may think it’s embarrassing. But to me, it’s really fucking hot to know that you got off that much by going down on me. Is that the first time it’s ever happened?”
Johnny nodded. He tried to look away from you, but you put a hand under his chin and forced him to look back up at you.
“No embarrassment,” you reminded him. “I’m just asking questions.”
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Yes, it’s the first time. I’ve gotten turned on to a point where I was close before, but I’ve never gone that far where I came just from eating you out. Usually we fuck before I get to that point, but I guess where you were asleep when I started today, and I was already hard from my morning wood, I just...couldn’t hold it back.”
You leaned forward to press a kiss on Johnny’s cheek, moving inwards until your lips were nearly touching his ear.
“I think that’s really fucking hot,” you whispered in his ear, nibbling it slightly before pulling away. Red started to crawl up his neck towards his face as he looked at you with wide eyes. “You like eating this pussy so much that it makes you cum?”
He nodded, unable to form any words. You noticed his dick twitch and begin to grow slightly. You smirked to yourself as you reached between the two of you and wrapped your hand around the base. He gasped as you pumped him slightly, helping him along to become harder.
“I think it’s so hot that you definitely deserve the pleasure that you were robbed from getting earlier,” you continued. “Do you think you’d be okay with that? Can your cock handle feeling my tight pussy around it right now?”
He moaned and grabbed your face to kiss you deeply in response. By now, his dick was rock hard yet again and throbbing in your hand. He pulled at your shirt, the only article of clothing in the way of leaving the two of you completely bare. You broke the kiss long enough for him to pull the shirt over your head and throw it onto the floor with the rest of your discarded clothes. You pushed him so he was laying down on the bed and straddled his lap.
“You took such good care of me this morning, I think it’s time I took care of you,” you told him. “Is that okay?”
“Fuck, that’s more than okay,” he breathed. “God, you’re so fucking perfect. How did I ever get so lucky?”
You giggled and leaned down to kiss him. “Because you know how to give good head.”
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beach party
johnny knoxville x f!reader
a/n: this turned out more romantic than i anticipated? oh and we're pretending sand isn't annoying
disclaimers/tags: nsfw. nsfk. public sex. unprotected sex.
dedicated to the angelic albeit unhinged (affectionate) @boobimagejpg who is my favorite foxville enthusiast
Feet buried in the cold sand, you're pestering Jeff while the cast changes into their attire for the opening of four-point-five.
"We need to go on a vacation together. Like Hawaii or something. I love the beach so much."
"Yeah, you said that thirty times today."
You call him a dick, punching hard at his shoulder. So maybe you had too many fruity drinks from the kiosk, infamously blabbering when tipsy, but it's a nice day and vodka goes so well with strawberries. Can you really be blamed?
"Oh oh, what did he do now?"
With blurred vision, a distorted Johnny draws your attention. Now donning the mandated colorful jumpsuit, his hand gently holds your waist and lips brush your temple.
The pressure in your head caused by elevated alcohol levels in your blood make it uncomfortable when your eyes drink in the sight of your boyfriend, but not enough to force you to stop. The outfit is slightly open on top, providing a perfect view of his neck and a tease of his collarbones. The sleeves are pulled up unevenly, unveiling lean arms, and you're probably hallucinating the drops of sweat that seem to glisten in his skin. Pink really is a nice color.
Johnny obeys Jeff and adjusts the sleeves, breaking your trance. "You alright, sweetheart?"
"Mhm-hm."
Blinking away your thoughts, you pat him on the back and step to the side, feeling embarrassed over the heat creeping up on your neck.
Trying to focus on the incredible visual of the old and new cast in their rainbow arrangement is fruitless. Zach is getting his nose painfully violated by a crab, and all you can look at is Johnny's profile. The lines that formed on his face when he smiled, masculine jawline moving as he speaks. There's no sound except for his accent drenching the words, context of the sentence brushed off by your brain.
It should be disturbing that the rotten thoughts of his hands storming your mind are happening while he holds a live crab.
That delicious laugh ignites a flurry of butterflies in your stomach, silver hair reflecting rays of sunlight and eyes protected by those trusty RayBans. It is all so him, and you love him. How could you avoid succumbing to vulnerable and needy feelings when he's the only thing your eyes see?
Back turned, a desperate attempt to sober up fast leads to chugging two bottles of water. Not before downing the rest of what was in the plastic cup, you did pay for it.
It takes a couple of hours for Tremaine to be satisfied, capturing scripted and candid moments of the crew having fun. You're keeping a distance, dramatically running through all the water these people had and trying to think of non-sexy things.
A woman with the crew asks if you need something, because you look constipated. You thank her, gathering it's very sweet of her to ask and a lot better than visibly horny.
Your eyes are pulled away from a gripping Twitter thread when Jeff confirms it's a wrap.
Clapping with everyone, Rachel's enthusiastic begging to go back to the kiosk and continue the party reaches your ears. Johnny's head turns in your direction, waiting for you to determine whether or not you'd be joining, and he is met with a discreet head shake.
Of course everyone laments his early leave, but thankfully he does not put it on you, instead claiming to be tired.
You waive as the band of loud troublemakers walk up the beach, catching the shadow of your boyfriend slowly getting closer.
"Are you okay? You look really serious."
It stings just a little, feeling bad for making him think you're mad or unwell.
To make yourself clear, you step into his personal space. Hands dragging around his hips and running up his back, your bodies are flushed together. With an audible sigh, you look up with what could only be described as lust.
Your chests graze when you get on your tippy toes to kiss him. It's slow, calculating every move of your tongue to showcase precisely how you feel. It ends with a hum, fingernails scratching his triceps up and down, gently.
"I'm doing pretty good. How are you?"
His fingers digging into the small of your back is immensely satisfying.
"Over the moon. Do you always kiss stray men on the beach?"
"Only the ones that look irresistible in bright pink." Biting your lip works as bait for him to lean in and continue what you had started.
You're nothing if not ambitious, quietly moaning his name and tugging on the collar of the jumpsuit.
Never in a million years would you consider sex on the beach, it would disturb the calming and soulful environment. But with Johnny, there's a high chance it will only add to those qualities, so your heart pounds with a new wish.
Breaking off, eyes locked on his, you nod for your boyfriend to follow, pulling him along by his hand. It's sweaty and big, enveloping your smaller one, the familiarity of the feel of his rough skin enough to stir your desire further.
Although the beach was relatively deserted, you have no interest in being caught, so you take Johnny to a spot surrounded by tall rocks and sort of hidden by a seemingly abandoned wooden house. You had noticed it during one of your 'laps' in the midst of shooting, to 'concentrate'. Clearly, it hadn't worked.
"I'm a little old for this, don't you think?"
Starting to unbutton him, your index hooks on the pink fabric and you take a peek inside to gladly verify he's only wearing boxer briefs underneath it. "Doesn't look like it to me."
A genuine chuckle vibrates through his chest only to be abruptly cut off when you kiss his sternum, trailing up to a sharp jaw and rejoicing in the fast pace of his heartbeat.
Long fingers burn the skin of your neck, guiding your attention to Johnny. "How much do you want it?"
"Let me show you." Teasing his lips with the tip of your tongue, you match his low voice.
Pulling you in, his teeth clash into yours, foreshadowing how messy this is about to get. You fumble with the last buttons of the suit, begging Johnny to not take it off.
He laughs into your mouth. "Yes, ma'am."
Favoring the sandy ground in hopes of being completely out of sight, he's now on top of you, inevitably pushing his boner on your thigh. You need to feel him in any way you can.
Rubbing your hand on your dress to warm it up, it quickly slides down his stomach, taking the opportunity to trace his abs with your thumb before wrapping around his semi.
"Shit, honey." His breathing is raggedy. "Don't- Don't go too fast."
Heedful, you slow the pumps down and try to neutralize your eagerness.
Johnny's grunts are being contained down your throat until calloused fingers close around your breasts. Simultaneously, you arch your back and he thrusts into your hand, both moaning.
Suddenly sitting up, inevitably pulling your hand away, Johnny yanks your underwear and you feel like a ragdoll for a second. A primitive craving inside of you grows in fulfillment.
On his knees, he dives down, head between your legs. Pushing the delicate fabric of your dress just enough to uncover your nakedness, he bruises the soft skin of your thighs with tiny bites. Everything feels warm and dizzying.
The hand on your stomach caresses your skin and Johnny is getting closer when you pull on the back of his clothes, halting any plans he had in mind. You really wish you could let him go ahead, but this is not sex in your comfortable king size bed. There's a sense of urgency to the situation.
Your words are aggresive. "We're skipping that, I need you to fuck me. Right now."
The cocky smile adorning his features is a glimpse of a younger Johnny. Admiration and loyalty overflow from your chest and break out of your throat as a whimper, and his tongue swallows your 'I love you' before it can be fully uttered.
Aligning himself first, you take the time to hold onto his shoulders. Uncharacteristically, Johnny gives you no warning, and biting down on your tongue is the only way to interrup a noise too loud for public sex.
"Move." Your boyfriend tends to your orders quickly.
This is not a tender and devoted experience you're sharing. It's unsynchronized and brisk, all over the place. It doesn't mean it isn't worship.
"Is this what you needed? Is it?"
"It's all I need, baby, please."
Johnny's pace picks up, influenced by your supplication. He's going a lot faster, your shoulder is scratching against the side of a rock and so much will be sore tomorrow, but nothing could pull you away from the moment.
Overly sensitive, having daydreamed about this all day, you feel close to the edge. Hand tangling in silver hair, you pull his body closer.
"You're so good, sweetheart, all the time. So fucking good."
Words of praise push you over, powerless under your boyfriend's sweet talking.
Shuddering, it's obvious to Johnny what has happened. Initially, he's cooing in your ear, telling you it's okay and to keep quiet. Back in your body after a few seconds, you realize he stopped moving.
Tsking, Johnny slides out of you, extracting a strained groan from your tired vocal chords. "I'm afraid you finished too fast, darling. Open your mouth."
Straddling your worn body, he's calmly stroking his hard cock over you. You could be staring at the obvious, but it's difficult to stray away from the veiny hand working slowly.
"It won't take long."
Accent thickening on the last word, it takes you a second to understand.
The sand caves under your propped elbows. Johnny's jaw clenches once you look up, hopefully doe-eyed, mouth agape. One more stroke and warm fluid coats your tongue quickly, some spilling down your chin and neck, causing you to jump slightly.
Swallowing it down, what wasn't captured by you is wiped off by the sleeves of the pink suit. "Oh no, now it's ruined."
Laughing, your boyfriend kisses your pouting lips, brushing the hair out of your face and smoothing it down. "Put it in the wash, it'll be fine. Sorry I startled you a little. Are you alright?"
Nodding, you help him dust off some of the sand inside his clothes. There's no hope for your panties, completely caked in the tiny grains. Johnny puts it in the pocket of his jumpsuit even if you tell him you won't be wearing it again, it's disgusting.
Leaning back on the rocks, the two of you opt to watch the sunset before leaving.
While you wait, every possible topic is discussed, tangentially related to one another. It's just you and him, talking quietly, listening to each other. Not worried about anything in the world.
At some point, ruffling leaves drag your attention, revealing a smaller iguana lurking. You watch it for a while, Johnny going off about a WildBoyz episode where he found out what a chameleon's tongue feels like.
Before the orange light gives way to the evening, you tell Johnny you're really glad you met. He agrees.
Walking back to the car, you squeeze his hand. "How are we gonna walk by the kiosk unnoticed? I don't feel like being dragged in there, you know, commando."
Adjusting the sunglasses on his nose, Johnny stops and sighs. "Well, I guess we better run really fast then."
Dropping your hand, the bastard gets a significant headstart on you. No one talks about how hard it is to run and laugh at the same time.
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Visiting the County Fair with Johnny Knoxville Headcanons
request: @ilovejknoxville A knoxville x f!reader where he takes you on a date to a local fair in Tennessee or just some random country county fair, you cannot tell me this man would not love immersing you in all things country when he gets the chance( im deeply in my southern knoxville brainrot week right now🖐🏻)
johnny taking you to tennessee was the most excited you had ever been
you loved seeing where he was from
and wanted to embrace every minute
the way his accent came back when he was visiting
lord have mercy
he wanted to show you every part of his life
so when he saw the county fair was happening when you were visiting
oh boy was he excited
you’d never seen a smile on his face that big before
he wants to do everything
‘sweetheart c’mon! we gotta go axe throwing!’
you actually kick his ass
and he’s never been so turned on
‘i guess i should be disappointed but that was so hot.’
he’s a serious big kid at heart
he’ll hold your hand and drag you along to everywhere he wants to go
‘please can we do this?’
‘have you seen this? they gotta a rodeo!’
‘i am begging you pj. please, just this once. just observe the rodeo.’
you def have to buy matching cowboy hats for the rodeo
it’s your idea
but johnny is 100% on board
he makes you try some of the best food you’ve ever had in your life
he won’t settle to just eat one thing
you’ve got to try everything
he tells you how they have a competition every year to win the best food at the fair
and he believes you two are the best judges for that
so you’ll spend the entire day eating
he surprises you with cotton candy
he loves how excited you get at the cattle shows
‘cows! oh my god johnny look!’
‘i see ‘em, honey.’
he loves how excited you are about every aspect of his hometown
‘we’re moving here. it’s where i belong.’
‘i can’t believe you didn’t take me here sooner!’
if there’s a mechanical bull
there’s no way you’re missing out
you’re actually dragging johnny over there
and you put him to shame with how long you last before you’re thrown off
you’re almost crying with laughter
and he really has never been more in love
‘did you see that?!’
‘i already knew you could ride, sweetheart.’
takes you on the ferris wheel
he’s so romantic he slips the guy a few bucks so you stop at the top
just so he can kiss you
dances with you in the crowd when there’s live music on
people comment on how unbelievably cute you look
the two of you are in this bubble that you wish you could live in forever
at the end of the day you both sit cuddled up together to watch the fireworks
and when you’re wrapped in his arms, back leaning against his chest
you don’t think you’ve ever been happier
‘i love you so much, pj.’
‘you had a good time today, right? i wasn’t just dragging you around all day?’
‘are you kidding? we’re coming back tomorrow!’
#johnny knoxville#jackass#johnny knoxville headcanons#johnny knoxville headcanon#johnny knoxville x reader#jackass headcanons#jackass x reader#pj clapp#knoxvilleforeverwriting
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storm
hiiii here's my first oneshot on this acc !! enjoy ♡
johnny knoxville x f!reader, fluff only!
warnings: descriptions of panic attack
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"wanna go for a drive?"
you heard him ask from across the room. he stood tall in the doorframe, tattered brown leather jacket and ray-bans on as usual. he spun his car keys around his pointer finger, filling the room with the annoying jingling sound.
you looked from him to the window next to you, and you watched the rain as it came down. the sight made you shudder. you knew that there was supposed to be thunder and lightning tonight, you had known for days. you kept obsessively checking the weather forecast hoping that the chance of a storm would magically go away...it didn't. it was supposed to begin any minute now.
you looked back into johnny's eyes...how could you say no to such a face?
you couldn't.
"sure," you told him. the corners of his mouth turned up slightly as you got up from your desk where you had been writing for hours. he turned on his heel and began to lead you outside and to his car. you got in, and before you even had time to shut the door and put your seat belt on, the rain suddenly picked up. you listened as it tapped loudly on the thin glass next to your head. you watched as the trees violently swayed in the increasing wind. you inhaled and exhaled a very shaky breath, which went completely unnoticed by johnny.
you hated nothing more than storms.
he put the key in the ignition and started up the car, immediately pulling out of the driveway and starting down the road. a comfortable silence rose, johnny focused on the road and you focused on how nervous and afraid you were over a little bit of rain. it felt stupid.
you heard the first rumble of thunder, it made your bones cold. you clenched your fists until the skin went ghostly white. you felt tears well up in your eyes, you did NOT want to be here right now. you liked being with johnny, but you would much rather be laying in bed underneath six blankets right now. you fought back the urge to cry.
you maintained your composure completely until the first rod of lightning came down. you watched as it met the ground and momentarily turned the sky around it purple. the sound was slightly delayed, but when you heard the distinct crack you jumped in your seat and let out a small squeal of fear. you quickly lifted your right fist and bit down on your knuckles. it was a habit you picked up from johnny.
"there's no way you're afraid of a little storm. out of all the shit out there for you to be afraid of, don't tell me it's a bit of thunder and lightning that does it," he said to you, chuckling to himself.
it was true. you were known by the jackass crew for being the most fearless girl they'd ever met. out of the many, many things you could have an extreme fear of, it was something this simple. even so, hearing it out of his mouth made you feel so small, so dumb, so childish. you couldn't help but stare back at him, you had something to say but the bubble in the back of your throat just wouldn't pop. you felt asphyxiated.
the car slowed in front of a stop sign as you looked into his eyes. he asked, "are you alright?"
the question rung in your ears and another clap of thunder followed. it was in this moment that you took notice of your own body, shaking like a leaf. you felt a chill travel from your head to your feet. your breaths were quick and shallow, and your lip involuntarily quivered as you tried your hardest to not cry and embarrass yourself.
johnny's gaze softened when he took in the sight of you.
he made a u-turn right then and there, abruptly swinging the car around and beginning to head back to april and phil's. the guys were shooting in west chester, and of course april was eager to host the group, ESPECIALLY you. you met bam around the same time ryan did in high school, and the three of you have been best friends ever since. april always adored having a "nice girl" around for once, you kept her sane. you did feel kind of bad though...you guys had been there for only three days and you had already wrecked the house. you promised her you would help clean tomorrow, though.
johnny's first response was to drive fast so you could get back inside faster, but he watched you out of the corner of his eye as you gripped the armrest and the door handle as hard as you possibly could. he had a feeling that speeding would only upset you more. he knew how much you hated when he drove too fast. he slightly lifted his foot off the gas pedal and watched as relief flooded your face.
"i'm sorry i made fun of you, honey...i wish i would have known. why didn't you tell any of us?"
you didn't answer. your mouth was extremely dry due to your strained breathing. your heart was beating so hard against your ribcage that it hurt. your throat felt like it was closing and you weren't sure if you were nauseous or anxious...possibly both.
he took the hint and didn't ask again. he just kept his eyes on the road and continued driving back to ape and phil's. you watched as he reached his calloused hand over the center console, subconsciously offering it to you to hold. you gingerly took it and didn't squeeze too hard out of fear of hurting him.
as if he read your mind, he asked, "you're allowed to hold me tighter than that, sweets. do you really think you can hurt me?"
spoke too soon. another boom of thunder sounded and you squeezed his hand as hard as you could from the jolt you felt in your body. he let out a soft groan.
"damn...if you break my hand you won't be able to hold it anymore," he quietly laughed and it made you smile just a little bit. your chest swelled. the way you pined over him was undeniable, every time he laughed it made you feel like stumbling over your own feet. you yearned, not even to be with him, but to be in his presence even more often than already. you wanted nothing more than to kiss him, than to lay in bed all day with him, than to go on dates with him all the time, than to hold his hand like this for as long as you wanted to. the two of you went on drives all the time but you'd never gone on one in a storm before. he'd never seen this side of you. nobody had.
you heard the rain pick up again, the sound echoing noisily throughout the car. you looked out past the front windshield, you could barely see five feet in front of you. it was bad. you released your right hand's death grip on the door and let it meet johnny's hand, resting on the center console. both of your hands clutched onto his, and you lowered your head towards them. you managed to croak out a sentence.
"...i can't watch anymore."
"that's alright doll, you don't have to. just keep your head down. ya' want music? maybe it'll help."
"yes, please." the words had barely left your lips before he pressed the button and, of course, he'd been in the middle of 'end of the century' by the ramones. you let the pleasant strings and steady snare take you away.
when you kiss me i just gotta, kiss me i just gotta, kiss me i just gotta say "baby, i love you"
you finally felt slightly at peace for the first time in a few days. this was almost perfect. it would definitely be perfect if you weren't having a panic attack.
"i love only you," you heard johnny finish the line and it made you smile. you let out a small giggle.
"what's so funny down there, missy?" you laughed some more.
"you suck at singing."
"yeah, well, you're a dork."
"hey!"
"oh, we're not insulting each other? i thought that was what we were doin'."
"i hate you."
"that's a lie and you know it!"
"for once, i'll admit that you're right." you moved your head so you could look up at him, and he looked back down at you. he had so much love behind those eyes, especially for you.
it felt like somewhere, there was a spark. maybe only you felt it, but if that was the case, you didn't even care. you loved it. it was intoxicating. you could've never in a million years imagined that he felt the same thing at the same time, but he did.
his eyes lingered down to your lips for only a split second, long enough for you to notice. was he thinking about it?
in only seconds, he was focused back on the road, pulling into april and phil's driveway. you didn't realize how close you had been, it felt like you'd been out for such a long time.
you felt the car stop moving as he took the key out of the ignition. "stay here," he said to you in a hushed whisper, as he got out of his seat and made his way around the front of the car to your door. he opened it and helped you clamber out, holding one side of his jacket over your head in an attempt to shield you from the rain. everything felt like a blur and before you knew it, your wet shoes were off and you were up the stairs into your room. you collapsed on to the bed.
"oh no, no, no, honey, you don't wanna do that just yet. you're gonna get the blankets all wet." he grabbed you by the hands and stood you back up. he walked across the room and opened a few of your dresser drawers before he found a baggy t-shirt and a pair of sleep shorts. he walked back over to you.
"let's get these off, doll."
suddenly you could hear your heartbeat. you knew he didn't mean anything sexual, he just genuinely wanted to help. you couldn't have asked for a better person to take care of you in this moment.
you weakly lifted your arms and let him peel off your wet shirt. he unbuttoned your jeans and slid them down your legs, helping you step out of them. he took off your socks, as well. he helped you put on your new dry clothes and you already felt more comfortable than before.
"you can get in bed now that you're all dry." you could see a slight smile on his face in the moonlight shining through your window. you heard the thunder begin again, more quiet than before, but still frightening. tears escaped your eyes.
"please stay," you softly begged. you were hoping that he didn't leave you alone after this.
"of course," he gently kissed your tear stained cheeks, "of course."
he took off his jacket and put it on the dresser, along with his pants and his glasses. he grasped your hand and guided you to the bed, placing you under the covers, before laying down himself. he pulled your body closer to his, your face in his chest. you cried as you listened to the storm.
"i'm here for you, sweetheart,
i'm here."
you were asleep within minutes.
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thank u for reading ♡ i love u
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guest of honor - (johnny knoxville x steve-o x f!reader)
word count: 1.7k
tags/warnings: smut. threesome. f/m/m. very slight alcohol consumption. nsfw. this is literally just smut. there's no plot.
summary: it's self-explanatory, and i'm bad at summaries.
a/n: i did not proofread this. i've had exams all week and my brain is fried. enjoy.
Johnny and I had talked about the idea before, of bringing another person into our sex life, even if it was just once. With that said, I never thought he'd actually go through with the idea. He brought up his plan over dinner one night, "I was thinking about the conversation we had a few nights ago, you know, about another person joining in and all."
I set my fork down, my eyebrows raised in surprise, "So, what do you think?
“I think I’m on board, and I think I know the perfect person, too.”
“I’m intrigued, who do you have in mind?”
I racked my brain and couldn’t decide on who exactly Johnny might have chosen. My guess was it was between Chris and Steve-O.
“Steve-O,” he said hesitantly, “Only if you’re okay with it though.”
“Oh, I’m more than okay with that, Steve’s a sweetheart. Have you brought it up to him?”
Johnny smiled sheepishly at me, “Yeah… and he’s coming over for drinks later tonight.”
“Oh, wow, okay, you’re really on board with this.”
“I can tell him not to come over if you’re not ready.”
“No, no, I’m ready, it’s just a bit of a surprise.”
Johnny still looked unconvinced.
"A good surprise," I added.
"If it's alright with you, darling."
Things got off to a bit of an awkward start when Steve-O got to our place. He seemed more nervous than Johnny and I did, which was understandable considering he was the one imposing on our relationship. We all sat down on the couch to talk it over.
"I promise, both of us are more than okay with this, O," Johnny reassured him.
"Yeah, we've talked it out, and I trust you and Johnny."
"Okay, yeah, that's good. Are there any lines I should know not to cross?"
Johnny looked at me expectantly.
"Oh, uh, yeah, just, wear a condom, and the safeword is just the traffic light system."
Steve-O looked to Johnny and Johnny nodded to confirm.
"Okay, got it, that's easy," Steve looked a little more calm now.
“Why don’t you put something on the TV, and I’ll go grab drinks?”
“Sounds good to me,” Steve-O and I both agreed.
I ended up picking some old western, nothing we’d pay too much attention to, and when Johnny came back with drinks, I settled onto his lap, making myself comfortable as Steve-O sat down next to us. After taking a few sips of my drink, I leaned in to kiss Johnny, threading my hands through his hair. He sighed happily, holding me by my hips and kissing back lightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Steve-O shift in his seat. I pulled away from Johnny and beckoned Steve-O closer, "Come here, Steve."
He leaned in close to me, letting me initiate the kiss. Steve-O kissed like Johnny did, soft and sweet, but with more hesitancy. I pulled away for a second and made eye contact, "Calm down, just go with it, yeah?"
He took a deep breath, "Yeah, okay," he replied before flashing a small smile and leaning back in to kiss me.
We both got more into the kiss this time, and I parted his lips with my tongue, taking what he gave me. I could feel Johnny getting hard under me, and I could only assume Steve-O was reaching the same point. When we pulled away to catch our breaths again, I ran my hand down Steve's chest, palming his crotch. I could feel his half hard-on through his pants and rubbed it lightly.
His hips followed my hand when I pulled them away, and he keened at the loss of contact.
Johnny chuckled, which I cut off by grinding my hips down onto his quickly hardening dick.
"Both of you guys are getting off on this, huh? You like sharing me?" I teased.
Steve turned red and Johnny nodded, "You're the best, sweetheart, it'd be a shame not to share."
"I'm doing okay so far?" Steve-O asked.
"You're doing perfect, hun," I reassured him, giving him another quick peck on the lips before turning my attention back to Johnny again.
He threw his head back as I rolled my hips down against him again, and I took the opportunity to kiss down the exposed column of his throat.
“Can I tell you what I want?” I asked, mouth pressed against his pulse point.
“Anything you want, darling,” Johnny breathed out.
“Can I suck you off while Steve eats me out?”
I heard both of the boys’ breaths catch in their throats at the shameless request.
“You okay with that, O?”
Steve-O nodded eagerly at Johnny and I’s request, “More than okay with that. I’ll follow you guys lead.”
I moved off of Johnny’s lap and turned so Steve had space behind me on the couch. Johnny pulled his pants and boxers down as I slipped out of my shorts and underwear. I pulled my knees up underneath me, and leaned down to take Johnny in my mouth.
He groaned and threaded his hand through my hair as I licked up and down his erection.
“God you’re beautiful,” he said, absentmindedly.
While I worked over Johnny’s cock, Steve-O situated himself behind me, getting in a comfortable position before grabbing my hips and licking a stripe up my cunt. I moaned around Johnny’s dick, causing him to tighten his grip in my hair, and let out a quiet moan of his own.
Steve-O ate me out like a man starved, alternating between licking and fucking me with his tongue. He added one finger, and then another, pumping them in and out as I felt the telltale signs of orgasm approaching. The closer I got to my climax, the less focus I put towards Johnny’s dick as my jaw went slack.
“Are you gonna cum on Steve’s fingers?” He asked, pulling me off his dick so I could answer properly.
“Y-yes,” I managed to choke out before biting back a moan.
“Go ahead and make her cum, Steve,” Johnny commanded.
I whined wantonly, and he let my head rest on his thigh as my orgasm washed over me.
“That’s my girl,” he said, quietly, hand still lightly tangled in my hair.
Steve-O continued to eat me out, eagerly lapping up the result of my orgasm until he had swallowed most of it. I kept my head resting on Johnny’s thigh as I caught my breath.
“How’s she taste?”
“Unbelieavably good, dude.”
I blushed as they talked above me, like I wasn’t there. I took another second before looking up at Johnny.
“Your turn to choose?”
“I say we let our guest of honor choose, Steve-O?”
Steve smiled and adjusted himself in his pants, “Well shit, your mouth looked pretty wrapped around Johnny’s cock, I’d love the same treatment.”
I nodded and began to switch positions before Johnny gently grabbed me, “Verbal responses, sweetheart,” he reminded me.
“Yes, I’d love to do that,” I corrected myself.
“Atta girl.”
All three of us moved so Steve-O was now sat on the couch, shirtless and pants-less, I was on all fours between his legs, and Johnny had lined up behind me. Johnny grabbed a condom out of his pocket and handed it to Steve-O, who rolled it over his dick.
“Whenever you’re ready, baby,” Johnny said.
I started with kissing down Steve-O’s chest, admiring his tattoos and brand mark, slowly making my way towards his dick. By the time I was hovering over it, he had tangled his hand in my hair, and was pushing my head lightly down. I let him, and closed my lips around his dick. Steve-O let out a sigh of relief as the warm heat of my mouth surrounded is dick. I relaxed my jaw and let it slide down my throat, looking up to meet the desperate look in his eyes.
As soon as my nose bumped his navel, Johnny pushed into me, bottoming out in one thrust.
We moaned in unison, and the vibrations of mine traveled down Steve-O’s cock- which he promptly thrusted up into my mouth. I reminded myself to relax and breath through my nose as Steve-O and Johnny got into an alternating rhythm; as one thrust in, the other pulled out, stringing me out between their dicks. Tears of pleasure sprang to my eyes as I was filled from both ends and Steve-O used his free hand to wipe them from my cheeks as they ran down my face.
“Darlin’- I might not last long like this, watching you take Steve’s cock so well,” Johnny groaned out. His hands tightened on my hips, sure to leave bruises.I replied by using what little conscious brain power I had left to grind my hips back onto Johnny’s dick.
“Fuck she’s pretty, and so, so, good,” Steve-O added, tightening his grip on my head.
My focus shifted to the man in front of me as he began using the leverage in his grip to wholeheartedly fuck my mouth. My brain and body began to short circuit, overridden by the amount of pleasure the two men were giving me, Johnny filling me from behind while Steve took what he wanted from my mouth. I could feel my orgasm pooling quickly in my gut, threatening to spill over. Johnny quickly recognized this as my body began to squirm in his and Steve’s grip. He picked up his pace and encouraged Steve-O, “Keep going, she’s so close.”
“Wouldn’t dream of stopping,” Steve replied with a groan of his own.
The moan I let out around his dick quickly turned into a muffled shout as my orgasm came crashing to a peak. Both of the boys’ hips stuttered and they both moaned my name as they came in unison with me. My vision blacked out for a moment as the warm feeling of climaxing washed over my entire body.
“You alright, sweetheart?” Johnny asked as my vision came to.
“M’alright.,” I smiled, voice already hoarse.
I turned my head lazily to see Steve-O waddling to go throw his condom away and laughed at his dumb walk.
Johnny kissed my forehead before helping me up and back onto the couch.
“We should do this again sometime,” Steve-O smirked as he walked back towards us.
“Agreed,” Johnny and I both said in unison.
#johnny knoxville#steve-o#jackass#johnny knoxville x reader#steve-o x reader#sigh#i think the spacing is messed up on mobile#oh well
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Could you possible to a Johnny Knoxville or Bam Margera x Female!Reader based off of Next Contestant by Nickelback please?
HELL YEAH. sorry this took so long i hope its alright! :) I did Johnny but if you also want a Bam version LET ME KNOW <33
warnings: mentions of fighting + alcohol and also my bad grammar lol.
requests for the jackass guys are always open!
Next Contestant (Johnny Knoxville x F!Reader)
After the jackass crew had finished filming the newest movie, your boyfriend Johnny Knoxville invited you to the club to celebrate with all the guys..
Johnny was currently sitting across the club sitting in one of the couches/booths alone holding a bottle of beer and sunglasses covering his eyes. You were currently standing at the bar waiting for your drink, Bam & Ryan were on the other side of the bar from you taking shots. You were so caught up in watching Bam & Ryan you didn’t notice some random guy walking up next to you and putting his arm around your waist.
Johnny was watching the whole thing happen, anger bubbling in his chest he slowly made his way to you and the guy. You were currently trying to get away from the random guy but his grip was tight around you. You suddenly heard Johnny’s voice behind you. “Is that your hand on my girlfriend?”. The guy looked at you and then Johnny but before he could get any words out Johnny pinned him against the bar hands on his collar. “I wish you’d do it again” Johnny growled while throwing him to the floor and kicking him. The guy gets up off the floor and walks to the exit limping. Johnny chuckles and turns to you “Are you alright doll?” You nod and grab his hand.
Johnny takes a look around the bar seeing most of the other guys staring at you his smile fades into a frown. “I’m hating what she's wearing” he thinks while he looks down at your short shorts and crop top.
“Everybody here keeps staring” you hear Johnny whisper into your ear. You look around the bar then back at Johnny “let's get out of here” you say while grabbing his hand and leading him out of the bar.
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Taking Commissions—Personalized and Kink/Fetish Fics for $10-$15
Figured I’d go ahead and make this official! I’m currently taking commissions. For $10 I’ll write you a personalized smut fic that will be similar to my x reader fics except instead of the reader, you get to choose the name, personality traits and characteristics of the main character; you can use yourself, an OC, anything you want as specifically detailed as you want. You can also choose to have another canon character or person used instead of yourself or an OC (for example, a Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy fic instead of a Harry Potter x Reader fic). I’m also taking commissions for hardcore kink and fetish fics for $15, which can also be personalized upon request. Continue reading for more details!
Fandoms I Take Commissions For:
Jackass (Johnny Knoxville, Dave England, Danger Ehren, Chris Pontius, Steve-O, Bam Margera, Ryan Dunn, Wee Man, Preston Lacy, Stephanie Hodge, Jeff Tremaine, Spike Jonze, Rachel Wolfson, Poopies, Zach Holmes, Jasper Dolphin, Eric Manaka)
Viva La Bam and CKY (Bam, Ryan, Brandon DiCamillo, Rake Yohn, Raab Himself/Chris Raab), Brandon Novak, Tim Glomb, Lord Bottaro, Joe Frantz, Jess Margera, Chad Ginsburg, Deron Miller, Ryan Gee)
Game of Thrones (too many characters to list, just ask upon request)
Harry Potter (pretty much any character, just ask upon request)
Gotham (most characters, just ask upon request)
Shameless (most characters, just ask upon request)
Jimmy Pop and Evil Jared from Bloodhound Gang
Ville Valo from HIM
Any character from Haggard or Minghags
The Mighty Boosh (Vince, Howard, Naboo)
Peep Show (Mark and Jeremy)
IT Crowd (Moss, Jen, Roy, Douglas, Richmond)
Peaky Blinders (most characters, just ask upon request)
Slipknot (all members)
Pretty much any rock band, including Guns N Roses, Motley Crue, and KISS (check my old account @creativewritingpracticestudio for some of my old rock band fics)
Pretty much any British comedian featured on Would I Lie To You, Taskmaster, Big Fat Quiz, 8 Out of 10 Cats, 8 Out of 10 Cats Does Countdown, and Mock the Week
Dead Poets Society (any of the main guys honestly, I’m not picky)
Inbetweeners (most main characters and Mr. Gilbert)
Umbrella Academy (most main characters, ask upon request)
Types of Personalized Fics I’ll Write ($10 Per Fic, $15 if Hardcore Kinks and Fetishes are involved)
Fluff
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I have no idea if requests are open but… perhaps a sub!Knoxville for the New Year?? Love your writing 😍
In Charge
[Johnny Knoxville x F!Reader]
Desc: Johnny has been trailing you around at work all day, desperate for your touch. You deal with him when you finally get home
A/n: Sorry for being so late... anyways my return fic its been like what? two weeks? Also ty anon! happy very belated new year to you too!
Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, edging, oral (F!Receiving) , sub/dom dynamics
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“I need you” Johnny whispered in your ear, taking your hand and bringing it down to feel his crotch before you tore it away.
“I’m working PJ.” You placed your headset back over your ears, pretending you had something so much more important do to, stomping off to find Jeff.
Sure you could’ve taken a quick break to help your boyfriend out but what was the fun in that when you could see him all whiny and desperate for your touch for the whole day? Every time he spotted you alone, scanning over your clipboard and talking to various crew members about production issues he’d hobble over like a lost puppy, pleading with you to suck him off or to let him fuck you in his trailer. It was like when he got horny he turned into a whimpering mess, like a teenager who hadn’t jerked off in weeks. Despite his compulsive pleading you’d never give in, only working him up until you could deal with him when you got home.
“PJ if you don't stop coming over here and begging me to fuck you you’re getting nothing when we get back. Do you understand?”
Johnny looked down at his shoes shamefully.
“I’m harder than Portland cement sweetheart. What am I meant to do?”
You looked around to make sure no one was paying you mind before tugging Johnny’s chin up to face you, angry look in your eyes.
“Don’t come til I can deal with you then, since you want me so bad.”
Johnny groaned, realising he really had pulled the short end of the straw but you were off again before he could verbally protest/throw a toddler-like tantrum. Sex with you made him eager for it whenever he possibly could, something that became a blessing and a curse.
It was a long day of shooting after that ultimatum, Johnny screwing up the simplest lines when his mind was clouded, whether his hard-on had subsided or not. You revelled in watching him get all flustered and frustrated, knowing it was your doing though the cast and crew were not too thrilled about the extra time spent reshooting over and over.
Eventually the end of the day came and Johnny practically ran three red lights trying to beat the traffic, his grip on the wheel tightening as he shot you nervous side glances, trying to determine what he was in for. Your expression remained stone cold, eyes fixed on the road ahead, acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
Once you arrived at the house and made your way to your bedroom, you instructed Johnny to sit on the bed as you sat on the armchair in the corner, crossing one leg over the other.
“Aren’t you gonna come over here?” He asked, brows knitting together in desperation.
“Take your clothes off.” is all you responded with, leaning back and getting comfortable while your boyfriend stripped off until he was completely bare, appearing a little abashed.
“Am I the only one getting naked tonight?”
You bit back a grin.
“Maybe later, have to see if you’re good first.”
Johnny sighed, leaning back on his arms as he awaited your input.
“You can touch yourself.”
His brow quirked before he spat on his hand and reached down to pump his already hardening cock slowly, eyes locking into yours with deep-set lust. You admired him as he pleasured himself, thumb swiping over his tip just how you would.
“Wish it was your hand. Or your tongue.” He spoke lowly, never ceasing eye contact.
“Too bad you were nagging me all day. Maybe if you weren't so desperate it would be me making you feel good.”
Johnny shook his head at your snarky reply, hand beginning to pick its pace up.
“So what's the punishment here, I jerk off in front of you while you squeeze your thighs together?”
Nothing slipped past that man. You rolled your eyes, hands finding themselves tugging your shirt off, your bra remaining on.
“Well that's something to work with.” Johnny bit his lip, jacking off even quicker at the sight of you a little less clothed.
You could tell by the way his breath hitched and the pumps became erratic that he was close.
“Don’t come.”
“What?” Johnny croaked out, panting.
“I said.” You leaned forward and reached around your back, unclasping your bra and letting it fall off your chest,
“Don't come.”
Johnny’s face fell as soon as he realised what you meant.
He let out an exasperated sigh as he worked himself to the edge before pulling his hand away, squeezing his eyes tightly while feeling the orgasm die away.
“Good boy.”
“Don’t.”
You giggled, that was never a nickname Johnny appreciated.
“You’re such a bitch you know that?”
“Awww but you love me.” You fake pouted.
Johnny rolled his eyes, leaning back on his arms.
“I’d love you a little more if you’d help me out.” He nodded down to his erection, red and angry, a pleading look in his eye. You smirked before unbuttoning your pants and shimmying them off, Johnny catching an excited grin. He bit his lip and appeared as smug as ever as your pants were discarded, you leaning back into your chair.
“Go again.”
Johnny’s face dropped once more
“You’re fucking with me doll.”
You smiled, shaking your head as your boyfriend groaned, returning his hand to his cock.
“See you’d do anything I’d tell you wouldn’t you?”
Johnny angled his hips upward and let his mouth hang open a bit, eyes never leaving yours.
“Anything.” He murmured, shaking his head.
You reached your hand down to rub yourself over your clothed clit, Johnny’s eyes flicking immediately down to examine your movements. He released a strained moan as he got himself closer to the edge for the second time, your display offering a helping hand.
“Don’t come.”
Johnny rolled his eyes, his hand not ceasing.
“I know the drill baby.”
Your fingers moved faster to match Johnny’s, your orgasm looming over you. Eventually the both of you almost made it, about to tip over but promptly removed your hands and fingers as soon as the other did. Matched noises of annoyance were heard followed by synced pants. Johnny looked over to you, his eyes dripping with pure lust.
“You gonna let me touch you now?”
You bit back a grin, nodding him over as your eyes hung low. He pushed himself off the bed and walked over to you, tall body looming. He bent down and kissed you, your lips locking together before he sleazily slipped his tongue in. As you sloppily made out you began pushing his shoulders down, urging him to get on his knees which he complied in doing. You pulled away from each other, Johnny’s hands now rubbing the sides of your thighs, fingers looping under the band of your panties.
“If you do a good job I’ll fuck you.”
Johnny slipped your underwear off of you.
“I always do a good job.”
You pulled his head up from his hair to stop him from diving in.
“Don’t be so cocky or you won’t come today.”
Johnny sighed.
“Yes ma’am.”
Light kisses were littered along your inner thighs, little kitten licks added to some before he was at your heat, glancing up at you as he latched onto your clit, sucking softly. You bit your lip as your breathing increased, fingers dragging through Johnny's scalp. His mouth moved down to your entrance, adding more tongue while his nose pressed against your clit.
“You’re already soaking.” He murmured into you, the hot breath adding even more pleasure.
Your hips bucked forward into Johnny’s face the faster his tongue moved, fingers beginning to sneak up, rubbing through your folds. You continued your steady strings of moans as a finger pushed into you, Johnny’s lips latching back onto your clit to suck. You tugged his hair as he added another finger, moving them in and out as fast as he sucked.
“Fuck baby.” You threw your head back, Johnny's eyes flicking up to look at your expression, smiling smugly against your heat.
His cycle of fingers and tongue quickened until you were worked to the very edge, your eyes shut tightly as you focused on coming on your boyfriend’s fingers. You released with a load moan, hips involuntarily bucking forward against Johnny as you did so. Johnny’s fingers continued for a moment before slowing to a stop, letting your clit go with a pop and removing his soaking digits.
You bit your lip as you looked down at your boyfriend, taking his wrist in your hand and moving his fingers towards his lips, pushing them into his mouth so he could taste you. His drooping eyes were locked into yours as he sucked them dry, whimpering quietly. After you figured he’d had enough you pulled his fingers away from him, instead swiping the spit that coated his soft lips around them with your thumb and leaning down to kiss him. You kissed for a few seconds before standing up, pushing Johnny to his feet as well before shoving him back down to sit down on the armchair, straddling him as his eyes glimmered with glee.
“Fucking finally.” He whispered, smiling smugly as you sat yourself down just in front of his cock.
You extended your hand wordlessly, Johnny catching the memo and promptly spitting on your hand, allowing for you to pump his rock hard length for a few moments. Johnny bit back the moan that was brewing in his throat, head pushing against the back of the chair trying to suppress his pleasure.
“I think you made me wait too long. I’m gonna come in T-5 seconds.” Johnny moved your hand away to stop you bringing him any closer to the edge that was already so near.
“You can take it.”
You pushed yourself up onto your knees and positioned Johnny’s cock so it was right at your entrance, tracing it through your folds for a moment before sinking down, earning a moan from both parties.
Johnny’s hands on your waist tightened, head lulling forward onto your tits as he braced himself, the feeling of your cunt too orgasm-inducing to bear.
“It’s always like it’s the first time with you.” He laughed, eyes shutting tightly.
You pulled Johnny up from his hair, forcing him to look up at you.
“It’s alright, we all gotta lose our virginity at some point.”
Johnny scoffed, rolling his eyes as you laughed.
“Would a virgin eat pussy like that?” He kissed your nipple as he stared up at you before you sunk down again, building a slow rhythm.
“Stop being so cocky. Who’s in charge here?”
You furrowed your brows as you quickened your pace in an effort to derail Johnny's snappy comments even if they turned you on. Your means were successful as Johnny’s eyes shut once again, mouth falling slightly agape.
“I said-”
You moved forward to whisper into his ear, grinding against him while fully bottomed out.
“Who’s in charge here?” You uttered, hot breath sending shivers down Johnny’s spine causing him to let out a low groan.
“You.” He croaked out, voice strained from pleasure.
You hummed in approval, kissing the shell of his ear as you switched back to bouncing on his cock, the change of speed forcing Johnny’s eyes shut. You revelled in the sensation of being filled up as well as your boyfriend’s contorted expression. The closer you came to coming, the tighter you squeezed your cunt, eliciting a desperate moan from Johnny.
“Fuck I’m gonna come doll.”
You kept up your bouncing even when the squeeze of Johnny’s fingers into the skin of your waist was a sign to how close he really was.
“Hold on for another minute baby, I’m close too.”
You pushed the hair off of Johnny’s forehead as he released a disappointed whimper. Having already been edged that night he was not looking forward to waiting any longer. Lucky for him, the feeling of his tip pressing into your g spot was hurtling you towards your orgasm, your hands digging into Johnny’s neck and increased moans giving a warning. The band in your stomach finally snapped, Johnny having to buck his hips up into you to chase his own impending orgasm. As you convulsed, the after effects of your big finish washing over you, Johnny came inside of you, the groan he let out being long and much needed. He held your hips down, not letting go as you felt him paint your insides, coming for at least ten seconds.
“Jesus that was a big load.” You smirked, Johnny burying his head into your chest.
“Fuck off.” He mumbled.
After a minute of silence you got off of your boyfriend’s lap, trailing off into the bathroom to clean yourself up, leaving him to lay fucked out on the armchair.
“You know when you're following me around and begging me to fuck you in future, it won't end like this.” You called out, a hint of sarcasm in your words.
“I know.”
Johnny sighed, moving himself from the chair to planting his stomach flat on the bed, bare ass out in the open. You laughed as you re-emerged.
“You know it’s only like seven o’ clock right?”
“G’night.”
End.
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Heard you we're opening requests so what about a knoxville x southern!f!reader where johnny is fascinated with their accent? Sorry if this request is a little off the wall. You can honestly add whatever you want too it, full creative decisions are up to you, im just deep in my southern knoxville brainrot so him with a southern reader just sounds lovely
yeah ofc i’ll do this!! being from tn myself and having a southern accent this should be fun!!
i’ll try to have it out asap! :)
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Looking Out For You - johnny knoxville x f!reader
finale: love on the brain
“God, have you not been listening at all these past few years?”
#johnny knoxville x reader#johnny knoxville#jackass#jackass fanfic#bam margera#ryan dunn#chris pontius#steveo#LOFY
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Visiting a National Park with Johnny Knoxville Headcanons
request: Knoxville x f!reader where they go on a impromtu date to a national park? Hopefully this new request situation works well for you <3
when johnny invited you along for filming for the day you didn’t expect to be in the back of a van
with the entire jackass crew
you had your head leaning on johnny’s shoulder whilst pure chaos unfolded in front of you
just as chris and steve o were about to take off even more of their clothes
johnny spoke up
‘pull over!’
‘what? we’re not here?!’
‘just pull over!’
it was then that you realised you were at yosemite national park
and you were sure this wasn’t in the plan
but the sun was out and you were pretty excited to spend a day in the mountains
walking hand in hand with johnny through the park was one of the most peaceful experiences
it was perfect to break up the chaos between filming
and when you realised you could go horse back riding
well you couldn’t say no
‘let’s go, cowboy!’
you didn’t know if the two of you could get anymore romantic
‘this is the best date i never planned ever!’
you were fulfilling your cowboy fantasies
and you couldn’t deny that johnny looked extremely attractive on horseback
the two of you spent a lot of your time admiring the scenery
and you bought some food that resembled a little picnic
and lay in front of the greenery like some lovesick couple in a romcom
it felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders
you sat and talked about anything and everything
‘you think you could survive out here?’
it sounded like a genuine question from johnny
‘not a chance. could you?’
‘have you met me? my survival instinct is zero. if i saw a bear i’d probably try to hug it.’
‘sadly i think that’s true.’
but the best part of the day had been saved til the last
because you found a waterfall
you could’ve stared at it for hours
but your daydreaming was interrupted by a certain southern voice
‘i’m going in.’
you probably had close to a thousand photos of him near that waterfall
and he made you get a cliche one of the two of you kissing in front of it
you definitely didn’t pack swimsuits so when you get back to the van that luckily decided to come pick the two of you up
you’re both soaking wet and sans a few clothing items from earlier
‘really guys? in front of the wildlife?’
‘…and i thought we were the wildboyz.’
chris and steve o never disappointed
#johnny knoxville#jackass#knoxvilleforeverwriting#jackass headcanons#jackass x reader#johnny knoxville headcanons#johnny knoxville x reader
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I posted 347 times in 2022
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#5
It all tastes like poison.
Part 2.
Pairing: Homelander x fem!reader / Solider Boy x fem!reader
Plot: based on this request: “can you please write an imagine about someone who use to be with soldier boy before he "died» which left her broken, but she still worked with vought for years because she ages slower than normal and she meets homelander who she kinda falls for, but when ben comes back she gets mixed emotions till he tries to kill homelander and then she'll have to work with everyone else to get him back into the box, which she doesn't want to do. LIKE ANGST?”
warning: f-bombs, angst, mentions of character death, death, violence (man turned into slime)
Previous chapter
The love you carried for Soldier Boy and somehow never lost was a one-of-a-kind kind of love. The way he held you at night was enough to bring tears to your eyes whenever your mind went back to it. Of course, you knew that he wasn't a good person- fuck, not one Supe could consider themselves a ‘good person’ if they were being honest.
"When they created her something just went wrong.", Ben explains and Hughie peeks over at Billy. "What do you mean 'something just went wrong’ ?"
"I don't know... I think they messed the dosage of V up. They accidentally gave her too much of it. Well, I'm gonna be honest with you boys, Y/N is the one yall should be worried about. I am not joking... if she would have known that I was in the USSR- good lord. You probably wouldn't find Russia on the map today."
Billy takes a deep breath.
You turn around and stare at the ceiling. Soldier Boy is out there. Your Soldier Boy is out there- alive. And you're stuck with his cheap knockoff. It made you sick to just think about it for longer than five minutes.
"Hey!"
Black Noir, who is walking down the hallway turns around and when he makes eye contact with you he tenses up. You quickly make your way towards him, and you catch him looking up at the clock. "I know it's late, it's just I cannot sleep knowing that Ben is out there."
When you receive no response you sigh:" Don't you want to find him?" A stillness falls upon the two of you and you stare at your long-time best friend for a few moments until he shakes his head. "What do you mean 'no'? It's Ben- Soldier Boy, we are talking about! He essentially came back from the death- you're telling me that you don't you want to know what happened to him?"
At the genuine sincerity in your voice he takes a small step back and it doesn't take you more than a second to comprehend what that means. You stare at his legs for a moment before your eyes move back up. "Wait, what-?", an uneasy chuckle escapes your lips, followed by a shaky breath:" I- I don't understand. Do you k-know something that I don't know?"
Black Noir doesn't answer. Of course, he doesn't. But whenever his mouth fails, his body language takes over. And after a couple of decades of working together, he doesn't need to move much for you to know what's going on in his head.
You swallow thickly as hot tears emerge in your eyes: "Did you have something to do with his 'death'?" He stares at you. "Don't you fuck with me! Did you or did you not know what happened to him?!" Your view of the world turns blurry, but you can see the way he slowly nods his head.
A second later he drops to the floor. Dead. Turned into a puddle of slime. Without wasting another second you step over his remains and walk towards the exit.
"I'm giving her 24 hours."
Billy turns his head to look at Ben:"What did you say?"
"You heard me."
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#4
Viral Video
Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader
Warnings: fluff, and comedy
Plot: Matty has a crush crush and the universe listened <3
Song to listen to while reading:
It was nothing new… celebrities having crushes on each other. Ellen, for example, made a whole game out of that on her show titled ‘Who’d you rather’ and even fans were so-called ‘shipping’ cast members with each other on the internet.
So when Matthew Gray Gubler began to talk about his ‘tiny’ crush on the actress Y/N whenever interviewers asked him with whom he’d like to work with in the future, you could nearly hear the keyboards of fanfiction-writers in the distance.
Matthew had a crush on her since - well, forever, and her name (strangely enough) also happened to come up more and more afterward.
It came up so often that fans not only cached upon it rather fast but also made compilation videos titled “MGG mentioning Y/N Y/L/N during interviews like it’s a sport” or “ Y/N being mentioned by Matthew like she’s his long lost lover from before war” - never having to use the same clips twice.
She smiles, as she looks into the camera. Her arms lean on the board. “Hi, my name is Y/N Y/L/N-“, the young woman says and smiles:” And this is my autocomplete- what’s it called again?” She asks looking at the people behind the camera, acting confused, and when a voice adds:” Autocomplete interview.” She chuckles before winking at the camera:” I was joking, I wanted you to complete my sentence.”
For a while, the interview went by smoothly. After all, it was the typical kinds of questions. “How old is Y/N Y/L/N?” and “What’s Y/N Y/L/N height.”
But then the actress pulls the tape off a question that made her giggle. She licks her lips and swallows thickly. “Y/N Y/L/N Matthew Gray Gubler fan video question mark?”, Y/N reads out loud and runs a hand through her hair:” Is that even a question? Well-.”, she clears her throat:” If you are speaking about the fan videos where he mentions me, I’m fully aware of them.” She laughs:” Yes. I have seen them and yes, I would love to work with him in the future. I have been a huge fan of criminal minds, I think he’s a remarkable actor. Very, very talented.“
“Well that’s it.”, Matthew mumbles as he stares at the phone screen of his friend, he takes a deep breath and stands up. Only to let himself plunge dramatically on the couch in his trailer:” My life is over.”
Shemar Moore rolls his eyes and puts his phone away:” But maybe you’re right.”
Matthew wrinkles his forehead as he looks up at him:” I was hoping for something more supportive and enthusiastic.”
“I wanted it to be a surprise but-.”
Before he can finalize his sentence the door to the trailer opens up and Andrea enters, a shit-eating grin covers her lips:” I thought you two might wanna join me, our guest star just arrived.”
It doesn’t take long for Matthew to understand what’s going on. “No.”, he whispers, his eyes big:” No, no, no.”
“Well, yeah.”
——
“So she’s essentially going to end up being Spencer’s girlfriend.”, the director explains to the cast, Y/N stands next to him with a soft but nervous look on her face. “We don’t know how often she’s going to reappear- but after our social media team liked a couple of Y/N-related tweets, so far the fans have been going crazy.”
“Well, you’ve spoken about her often enough.”, Paget whispers and gently nudges Matthew, who simply rolls his eyes. “I’ve often enough talked about wanting more money or something like that. You’re going to tell me, that this is the moment the universe listens and responds?”
The second he meets Y/N’s eyes a blush appears on his cheeks.
Matthew who sits in his trailer nervously plays with the zipper of his hoodie. This was beyond embarrassing. It wasn’t like he talked about her very subtle….
“Is there any celebrity you would like to work with in the future?”, a voice inquires and Kirsten Vangsness chuckles. “Like on criminal minds or just in general?”, she looks past the camera towards the interviewer. “First person who comes to mind.”.
“Y/N Y/L/N.”, Matthew lets out and his eyes widen:” Was that too fast?” His friend smiles. “Oh really?”, Kirsten turns her body towards him:” I’ve never seen her in like a police-type of the show- except Brooklyn 99. But that’s not really -.”
“Not really what our show aims for.”, Matthew completes her sentence and laughs:” Well, I think she’s a great actress.”
”Like when she played alongside Ben Affleck in Gone Girl, what was her character's name again?”.
“Amy Dunne.”, Matthew says and bites his lip:” That was way too fast again. I think she’s a great actress. A lot of my friends have worked with her before and they all say she’s the nicest and sweetest person.”
“And she’s so pretty.”, Kirsten interrupts her friend:” Last year's met gala?! Hello?! That dress? Insanity.“.
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#3
It all tastes like poison.
Part 1.
Pairing: Homelander x fem!reader / Solider Boy x fem!reader
Plot: based on this request: “can you please write an imagine about someone who use to be with soldier boy before he "died» which left her broken, but she still worked with vought for years because she ages slower than normal and she meets homelander who she kinda falls for, but when ben comes back she gets mixed emotions till he tries to kill homelander and then she'll have to work with everyone else to get him back into the box, which she doesn't want to do. LIKE ANGST?”
warning: f-bombs, angst
You look over at Black Noir and slightly shake your head in defeat. You couldn't believe that you were actually here right now. After all, it was your free day.
"Stop.", Homelanders says, right after the explosion makes the screen go white, but rather of doing what he's told Deep accidentally closes the video. " Deep", the blonde man sighs:" Is there anyone else who can operate this thing? Seriously?"
You watch how the Deep's body tenses up:" Ashley thought we should get rid of most of them." The red-haired woman next to you opens her mouth to say something in return, but before she can you take a step forwards and hit the back of Deep's head. He flinches at the unexpected pain:" Ouch, what was that for?!"
"You fired them! Ashley had nothing to do with that!", you say angrily but the brown-haired man's attention is already back on the screen. "Nevermind found it!" You scoff.
Homelander puts his hand on Deep's shoulder: "Okay- stop!"
The video freezes and reveals a man. Everyone moves closer and when you observe his face your ears start ringing. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice that Homelander takes a small step back. "Zoom in." You swallow thickly.
"Soldier Boy.", Homelander whispers, and your jaw drops. You stare at the screen for a brief moment before you turn around to throw up into the nearest trashcan. "That's impossible, he died like 40 years ago."
“Someone's cosplaying?"
The ringing in your eyes becomes louder with each second that's passing. "Look at his face.", the blonde guy next to you whimpers and you don't have to look at him to know he's frightened. It is radiating off of him.
"Maybe it's CGI?", the Deep asks and you crave to rip his head off.
"It isn't fucking CGI!", you hiss.
"How would you know, I- oh." His eyes widen while yours glow green for a moment. He swallows thickly.
---
"You won't leave me, r-right?"
You turn around and when you make eye contact with Homelander your gaze softens. You sigh while you walk back to him. "Just because Soldier Boy's back you won't leave me, right?"
You stare at him and a delicate smile arises on your lips. Homelander was a broken man, beyond capable of repairment- and perhaps that's what you liked so much about him. "I won't.", you declare and stroke his cheek:" You're the only one for me."
But deep down you knew that was a lie and by the look on Homelander's face, you understand that he could probably smell that.
---
"Wait, what?", Hughie asks and wrinkles his eyebrows: "You're telling me you dated Miss Americana?" Soldier Boy, who is sitting across from him nods before he bites into his burger, a worried expression on his features.
"I thought you dated Countess." Soldier Boy takes a deep breath and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand:" Well, we dated for the people. Behind closed doors, it was only Y/N and I." Billy who leans back in his chair shakes his head: "Do you think that she lied?"
"Who?" "Countess. About Y/N being the only one who didn't know."
Soldier Boy chuckles at that. "What's so funny?"
"Well, let's just say that if she knew that I was imprisoned in Russia- that place wouldn't fucking exist anymore."
724 notes - Posted July 17, 2022
#2
The golden rule
Joseph Quinn x Reader
Plot: She always disappears in the morning and Joe has no idea what to do about it.
Warnings: angsty in the beginning but then soft !!!
Song to listen to while reading:
She had one rule and it was more than straightforward. Y/N grew up surrounded by actors and actresses, people who have dominated Hollywood for decades.
"What's the golden rule, sweetheart?"
"Don't fall in love with your co-stars."', Y/N replied, and her mother smiled at her, "Exactly, it will never end well.”
And for the last ten years, she didn't break it. Not once.
But right now, with Joe’s lips directly on her neck- she couldn't think straight, let alone follow any rules. Her back was pushed against the cold door while his hand searched for the zipper of her beautiful white satin dress. They both know that she will be gone before he wakes up in the morning and he won't discuss it with her on set. He will maintain his distance- until the following episode wrap-up party takes place.
"'Are you busy right now?", a shy voice asks, and Millie, who is laying on the couch in her trailer perks up from behind the book that she’s holding in her hands. She tilts her head as she looks at him.
"What's wrong?" ,The brunette girl licks her lips and Joe begins to anxiously scratch the back of his neck: "Am I really that obvious?"
"Well, you do have those great emotional eyes.", Millie answers and Joseph chuckles softly before he walks up to his friend. For a moment they both stay silent. Millie can see how her friend is desperately searching for the right wording.
"You told me that you know- Y/N, for quite some time now, right?", he begins and swallows thickly. Millie nods:" It’s been five years, yeah. Why do you ask?"
Joe doesn't respond. Instead he runs a hand through his hair and leans back.
Her skin smelled like peaches and her hair did too. He shut his eyes as he kissed her skin dark blue.
"You two hooked up!?", Millie’s eyes widen in shock:" Are you serious? Wait what?! Was that like a one-time thing?" But he shakes his head:" How many episodes of this season did we film yet?"
"Seven." "Well, there you go."
Joe, who is walking in loops sighs and shakes his head:" I really don't get it. Why? Why is she always leaving before I get the chance to talk to her about us."
Millie looks at the ground for a few minutes, before she begins to rub the bridge of her nose:" Oh no."
“What is it?"
"It’s ‘The golden rule’ .", she says quietly and Joe crosses his arms in front of his chest as his eyebrows furrow.
"Excuse me it’s what?"
"Her mother always warned her "no matter what you do, don't ever fall in love with your co-stars.", Millie mimics her voice and Joe swallows thickly. "She probably keeps her distance to you, because she doesn't want to fall in love with you. If she hasn't already, of course."
———
Y/N who is walking towards her car yawns, this is the third time in a row that she had filmed way past midnight. She stops walking to dig through her bag for her keys.
"Don't fall in love with your co-stars, huh.", a voice unexpectedly asks and when Y/N quickly turns around she spots Joseph. The actor slowly walks towards her, frustration is flashing up in his eyes.
"Joe. You really scared me, I-. Did you say "golden rule' ? How do you-"
"Millie."
The young woman nods in realisation:" Of course. Millie. Listen, can we discuss this maybe-?
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1,507 notes - Posted June 29, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
The look.
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader
Plot: Billy see it again. Under odd circumstances.
Warnings: a few f bombs, mentions of murder, reader being an orphan, but no big spoilers
You had no idea how you became a part of Butcher's inner circle- his little suicidal friends group. To be completely honest, you didn't have a clue how you slipped into this kind of life in the first place.
All you knew was that Butcher could smell when someone was fueled by revenge and hatred towards a Supe. He was like a shark and you just happened to be a drop of blood in the ocean.
So once Homelander murdered your parents, it was sealed fate that your paths would eventually cross. Billy just didn't know why he felt this distinctive way about you- it wasn't comparable to the way he felt about Hughie or Frenchie. When he looked at you it felt like he looked at his daughter. Which was something he tried to suppress for months- even years. He loathed the idea of being that close to someone.
He didn't even care about himself, so why the fuck would he care about another human that wasn't Becca.
Becca. His sweet Becca. He can still remember the way he used to look at her- with so much devotion that it nearly suffocated him. Maybe that's why losing her hurt that much- he wasn't used to breathing any more.
But it was something Billy could recognize everywhere- that look. It was in the way he used to stare at Becca when they first met and now he could see it in the way Soldier Boy looked at you. It made him sick to his stomach.
"Whats your deal with that homelander guy?"
You looked up from your spot on the couch: "What?" He chuckled and you couldn't help but mimic him, even if it sounded a bit awkward. "That Homelander guy, tell me. Why do you want him dead?"
For a moment you stare at him before you put your book down. "Well.", you begin and clear your throat: "Long story short he killed my parents." The bearded man in front of you slowly nods his head: "I see. And the long version?"
"After my parents got sliced in half because Homelander 'missed' his actual target, I got put into a home. From that moment on it was one family after another.", you take a deep breath: "No one wanted to put up with a traumatized child, I guess." A silence falls upon the room.
Soldier Boy slowly nods. "Whenever I stayed with a family for more than a month I thought "maybe this is it, maybe I finally found a family"- but I just got abandoned again eventually. Sorry, this sounds super depressing."
The man in front of you chuckles again: "Don't worry, I know a thing or two about what its like to be left behind. Sucks." He leans back on the bed. "Yeah, it does.", you answer and take a deep breath.
At the sound of the keys, your heads turn. "Everything all right in here?", Billy inquires and even if that question is said to the both of you, you know he means only you- and when you nod in his direction you see how his shoulders drop. Even if it's only a bit.
His eyes roam the room and when he glances over at Ben, he can see it. That look. "Yeah.", Ben lets out and licks his lips: "We are just getting to know each other better."
1,664 notes - Posted July 11, 2022
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