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

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Johnny x fem!reader fluff

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Too Close!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Idiots.

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Johnny Knoxville x Bam Margera x fem!reader Nsfw

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Front and Back.

There you stood in your blue and yellow striped socks. Little white stars littered across them. Fuzzy pj’s and just a tank top. You scratched your head staring at your door handle. Your friend had just landed you an insane opportunity. Inside your pocket, your fate was held on your tiny flip phone.

“Dude! Go fucking hook up with Margera. You guys are staying at the same hotel!” Reading the text you just shook your head. You had been staying in the hotel just traveling for fun. You were in the bum fuck of Vegas in a random hotel. What were the odds? And what were the odds one of the stars of Jackass would hook up with you?

You really didn’t want to pass off a potential opportunity. Your friend had an insanely weird way of finding famous people, and Bam was one of the many you strongly adored. You had already assumed it would be an easy snag from stories you’ve heard. You wouldn’t mind a solid one-night stand. Come out of it with a cool story at the end? You rolled your eyes at yourself. Don’t get your hopes up. You didn’t even slip shoes on. You didn’t count on anything.

You turned the door handle taking one big breath. Stepping your feet onto the cold cement. Looking past the black guard rail, you saw the distant city lights. You pulled your phone back out. Checking the exact room number. Four hundred seven. You were four hundred-four. Huh. How close.

Though walking to the room felt like a damn eternity. You found yourself standing in front of the grey door. The curtains to the room tightly shut. You knocked. Shouldn’t have, but you did. What were you supposed to say? “Oh yeah. My friend found your hotel room. We should fuck!” Anxiety overtook your body just standing there. Not even noticing who had just opened the door.

Holy shit. It wasn’t Bam Margera. But Johnny Knoxville. Standing with a can of Budweiser in his hand. He looked incredibly unentertained by your presence. Checking you up and down. “Can I help you?” He said peering down at you. You couldn’t form words it felt like. Puking on THE Johnny Knoxville’s feet would totally blow everything.

“Yeah, I- I like. I-” You tripped over your words, profusely sweating. Johnny just stood. Holding back a stifled laugh. You can see Bam peering his head from the bed, trying to get a decent look at your face. You took a breath and softly exhaled. “I saw you were around- Well. Bam was around. And decided I’d knock on a random door. Thought at least. Maybe I’ll score a random smoke if it isn’t them. Guess I just got lucky.” You said scratching your head again out of anxiety.

“Mmmhm.” Knoxville hummed. “Maybe you came to the right door doll. Bam could spare you a smoke?” He said poking his head back into the room to ask him. He nodded his head. Holy shit. Maybe this would actually work. Besides the fact that you showed up in your pj’s. Bam got off his still neatly made bed and walked up to the door frame. Smiling he looked back up to Johnny.

“Go ahead and let her in Johnny. She can score more than a cigarette in here if she wants. Are you a fan? He said grabbing the pack of cigarettes off the vanity dresser. “Uh.. Yeah. I’m a pretty big fan of you both.” You said watching him light the cigarette up. Glancing at the “No Smoking” sign neatly placed on the wooden table. He took a puff and handed it off to you. You took a drag and hung it in your fingers. The three of you just stood in the doorway. Almost in silence. “Well. Would you like to stay awhile? I mean. You’ve got two pretty… hungry men in here.” Johnny said shutting the door behind him.

“Hungry?” You questioned him. He smiled in response. You knew exactly what he meant, and you knew exactly what you had put yourself into. Immediately from nervous to unbelievably aroused. “PJ cut to the chase. Listen. We’re both really damn horny, and you’re one reaaal fine looking lady. If you’re down for anything, we’re too.” He said waiting to take his cigarette back.

You smiled wide handing his cigarette back. “Whatever you boys want to do with me.” You said, shifting the weight in your legs. You felt like a piece of veal thrown to a pack of wolves at that moment. “Fuck.. Whatever we want?” Johnny responded with unbridled excitement. Taking a quick sip of his beer.

Being fucked by two Jackass guys wasn’t exactly on your bucket list, but here you were. That’s how you wish.. It would’ve gone. Though. Not all. You hadn’t even knocked on the door yet. Just standing there a bit creepily. The door swinging open you jumped back. Bam Margera ran out of the room gagging.

He hacked up whatever was in his mouth over the railing, and you stared a bit confused. A hardy laugh coming from the room. Recognizable as ever. You perched your head slightly to look into the room. Johnny and a half-naked girl sat next to him on the bed. Smiling she was sliding her shirt back on.

He gave her a gentle pat on the back and a kiss on the cheek. She grabbed her shoes and gave you a nod as she left the room. Were they already busy? You just stood awkwardly against the railing. Waiting for some kind of acknowledgment. After Bam was done spitting, he shook his head, fixing his hair.

Shooting you a glance, then a full turn. “Hey.” He said brushing off his shirt. “Hey.. I’m like. A really big fan.” You said with a lump in your throat. He smiled wide, immediately turning his head to meet Johnny’s immediate stoked look. “Want to come in?” Bam said pointing his arms in the direction of the room. “Oh- Uh- Yeah. I’d love to.” You smiled.

You couldn’t believe it was actually happening. Taking a seat in the large chair pulled away from the table. Bam came back into the room, glaring at Johnny. “That wasn’t fucking funny asshole.” He said turning towards you, taking a seat next to you. “You’re right. It was hilarious.” He said snickering.

You gave a confused look, having the guts to question what was so funny? “What happened?” You had said figuring it would be some normal disgusting antics they usually got themselves into. Before Bam could get a word in, Johnny piped into the conversation. “Bam and I had a challenge going on how many women we could sleep with. He got unlucky with that last one, and she spit his load right back into his mouth.” Johnny said with a goofy smile. Bam shot Johnny a look, like had just fumbled their plans with you.

You gave a nervous laugh. “That’s awful.” You said shifting in the chair. “So uh.. This challenge you guys got going on. Would I be- you know? Able to be a part of it?” You said a little nervous. The room was silent for a moment. Johnny shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t knowww. How about you come over here and show me that you want to be a part of it.” He said patting his leg.

Your heart dropped through your pants. If your friend was here with you right now she would be cheering you on. You got up with wobbly legs and a peaking smile. You stopped between Johnny’s spread legs and leaned down for a small kiss. Not wanting to intrude his space if he wasn’t interested in you. Though through the first kiss, Johnny Immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, standing up from the bed. He towered over you, leaning down to fully ensnare you with his kiss.

You complied with his movements, sliding your tongue with his. Guiding your hands around his body. This could possibly be the most exciting moment of your life. His cold hands slipped under your tank top, rubbing his hands into your hips. He felt around your body. His mouth tasted of stale beer, but something you really didn’t even mind.

He broke free from the kiss, staring down at you. He smiled, going in for another small kiss. Bam whined from the corner. “That’s not fair Knox. You need to learn to share.” He whined standing from his chair. He whispered into your ear. “Do I reaaalllly have to share you? I’d love to keep you.” He snickered pulling away from your ear. You smiled wide. Johnny sat back down on the bed, though you stood still. Waiting for Bam to make his way towards you.

Your face was unbelievably red. You could believe this was happening. You took the initiative as Bam strolled over. Pulling your tank top off. Both him and Johnny flicking their eyes to your uncovered breasts. Swollen nipples waiting patiently for someone to grab onto them. Once he broke the distance between you two, he laid you flat on the bed. Getting between your legs and immediately grasping onto your breasts.

His cold hands pressing and kneading into you. You watched his face with intent, Johnny next to you grasping at his pants. Letting go of your right breast he leaned down and sucked your tender nipple. Rolling his tongue around it, continuing to play with your left breast.

You pressed your head into the sheets, staring at the ceiling in bliss. As he switched breasts you reached down to push your hand into your pants. Begging for some kind of pleasure. He grabbed your wrist holding it to your side as he popped off your swollen nipple.

“I’ll let you pick beautiful. Do you want my cock in your sweet mouth or your tight pussy? You sat up, supporting yourself with your elbows. “Mmmmm..” You pretended to think. “I’ll take it in my pussy Bam.” You said rubbing your legs together.

“Good answer.” He said with a telling smile. “Knoxville you get her mouth. Be appreciative” He said ushering you fully onto the bed. “She probably likes me better than you anyways Bam, don’t get too cocky.” He said sliding himself off the bed.

He wasn’t really wrong, but you liked them both. You moved your way onto the bed, still wearing your fuzzy pajama pants. You shuffled them off with your feet, leaving your silly colored socks on. Now you were almost entirely naked. You never wore underwear to bed, so now you were lain out in the bed. Feeling like a centerpiece at a beautiful dinner table.

You inched on your hands and knee’s to the front of the bed. Where Johnny stood stripping his clothes. Unbuckling his belt as quickly as possible. Shoving his pants down to his ankles. Throwing his shirt onto the floor. Taking his length into his hand and giving it a few strokes. Eyeing his hairy stomach leading to his shaft.

Behind you listened a little nervous. Hearing bam undress behind you. Grabbing the lube off the end table he climbed into bed ready. You adjusted yourself a little more spread. Making sure you could reach both men.

You inched slightly closer, Johnny caressing your chin as you moved his way. Once you were lined up Johnny’s tip you gave it a swift lick. Tasting whatever dribble of precum had leaked out. From behind Bam grabbed onto your hip, his opposite hand to line up with your hole. Pausing to smack his cock against you. Squeezing some lube onto himself and lathering some into you.

With no warning, he pressed deep into you, an extreme burn as he entered. He continued to push inside until he was fully inside. Pressing his face against your back. He rocked himself in and out at a surprisingly gentle pace. Though Johnny wasn’t as forgiving. His hand bunched into your hair, dragging your mouth slowly on and off his dick. Moving you at his own pace.

You were under the control of two men at once and it was incredibly overwhelming. The pleasure burning through your body could almost make you shake. You rocked your hips with bams while trying to control how much you took from Johnny. Bam picking up pace was slamming into you now. Gripping at your hips.

Johnny was enjoying you more than you expected, smiling and mimicking your face as Bam slammed deep into you. “You like that you little fucking slut? Two dicks at once?” Johnny said as he picked up his pace on you. Pumping himself in and out of your mouth. Bam began to whine and whimper as he rocked into you. Hitting a spot that entirely untangled your core.

You began to scream on Johnny’s cock, and he took this as an advantage to full-slam your mouth. “Oh fuuuck. You’re going to swallow so much of my cum.” Johnny giggled. Being skull fucked from the front, and railed from the back. You couldn’t handle it much longer. Johnny’s cum shooting down the back of your throat his cock buried inside of your mouth. Tightening the already extreme grip he had on your hair. Bam squeezed his ounces of cum into you, making sure every last bit was as deep as he could get it. Pulling out of you and resting himself on your back. Johnny removed himself from your mouth rubbing your scalp. You were exhausted. Nearing collapsing with Bam’s weight still on top of you.

Bam let off of you, and you finally just laid flat on your stomach. Still trying to clear your throat of his load. Johnny pulled his pants back up, and Bam went to the bathroom. You huffed looking up. “I think that’s the best nut I’ve had in a very very long while. But hey? I never caught your name?”

You shrugged. “I think I’ll keep it that way.” You said with a shy smile. Wait until your friend hears about this. It’s going to be a wild story.

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

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At Last.

Johnny Knoxville x fem!reader nsfw

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Faith

Being a faithful churchgoer felt like your life purpose. Raised and born to the church. You had grown for years to study faith, and be obedient to whatever head ran the church. It was a little past your nineteenth birthday. You had taken a fondness for the priest over the years, though you fully knew it was wrong.

You ignored these feelings since you were merely a young teen. Though progressively harder over the years. Father Knoxville was the most temptation you had ever experienced. Taught that temptation and lust were horribly sinful.

You mustered the courage one morning to attend a Sunday confession. Dressed simply in black slacks and a plain t-shirt. Opening the wooden caged door, you let out a sharp breath. You carefully nestled your knee’s into the pillow. Hanging your head by the metal grate.

You squeezed your eyes closed and thought hard. Confessing these feelings would be for the greater good. Wouldn’t they? Examining the woodwork of the booth, you debated your thoughts. You took in a deep breath. “Bless me, father. For I have sinned.” You finally mustered.

A moment of silence before a response. “When was the last time you confessed my sweet child.” He whispered through the grate. You shivered. You had never confessed before. You were always terrified. “This is my first confession father.” You admitted. A click of his tongue was heard.

“No worries. What must you confess sweetheart.” Johnny said softly through the metal holes. He was no ordinary priest. He was a dirty man. Willing to sleep with anyone who had given him the chance. He was never faulted, possibly never even caught.

You were soon to fall victim to his cunning sweet words. Shy and sweet, lustful for something different and exciting. You sighed. Hooking your fingers through the grate, you spoke. “I’ve been having these thoughts. Thoughts of… You touching me. Making me feel good. I know it’s wrong… but they always creep back.”

You paused a moment, thinking of choosing your next words. “I’ve never intended on acting on these thoughts. They just make me feel wrong.” You said loosening your grip on the grate holes. A small chuckle rang through the box. “Oh don’t you worry. These thoughts are completely normal doll. Even I myself. Have these desires. It’s just the way the human body works.” He said gently.

This made you feel so much better. He was so understanding and nurturing to you. On the other half of the great, he wore a smile. His pants tight and warm hearing of this. “Thank you, father. I-” Before you could finish, he cut you off with an offer.

“How about you come out and read some scripture with me? Hm? Make yourself feel a little bit more comfortable.” He said with an inviting tone. You nodded your head to yourself in agreement. “Yeah.. Okay.” You said getting off of your knees. You heard the other end of the door open.

A silver-haired man ducked out of the door and stood tall. Buttoned down in his black cassock, he fixed his collar. You kneeled out of the door, being greeted face-to-face by the priest. He presented a warm lovely smile. You smiled back nervously but bowed your head.

He reached a hand out, and you took it. His hand was ice cold but felt comforting. He began to lead you to the room of mass. As you two walked, he spoke gentle warming words to you. “You know. I never see you a whole lot? Are you shy?” He asked smiling.

You gave a small smile. “Yeah.. I’m sorry. Larger crowds make me nervous, but I’ve always really looked up to you father.” You said squeezing his hand for comfort. He squeezed back. “That’s okay. You’re my quiet little church mouse.” He said letting go of your hand and opening one of the two double doors.

Leading you into a room you had seen dozens of times. Rows of wooden benches, neatly placed with their bibles. Stained glass lets light seep through the windows. Sheek white carpet beneath your feet. Your family raised you in the church, so you knew the ins and out’s like veins.

There was really no one in the church yet. You were always dragged unbelievably early since your parents had family friends here. You both walked down the center aisle. The room was so incredibly quiet, you could hear your uneasy breathing.

Staring at the back of Father Knoxville’s suit, you felt a nervous pit growing in your stomach. Sure you had confessed, but the feeling still lyed at your core. Once you two reached the front, you stepped up to the familiar wood stand. The leather bible with the golden letter’s shining at your eyes.

He stepped beside you and flipped through the book. Finding an aged page, and pointing out the words. “How about you read this to me.” He said stepping behind you. Your body shivered, as you felt him press against your back.

He loomed over you as you scanned the page. The wood stand you stood over, was only a couple inches below you. Looking down at the scripture, you attempted to read it. “Corinthians 10:13.. No temptation has..” As you began to speak, his arms caged you beneath him. Each hand on either side of the stand.

“No worries. Just trying to see a bit better.” He reassured you. His head leaned over your shoulder, and his body pressed against you. You took in a sharp inhale. Your body was screaming for attention, though your mind yelled at you for feeling such a way.

You began to read again. “Has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability-” As you read, you felt him press against your ass. You could start to feel the warmth of his pants against you.

You tried your best to ignore it, trying to keep yourself from being sidetracked. “But with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it…” You finished the verse, with your breathing hitched. He pressed hard against you. You both stood silent.

“Father?” You muttered. “Hm?” He said pretending to be dazed. You shifted yourself, partially caged in by his arms. You press your back end against him. The scripture you just read meant nothing to you, you hoped, even prayed he’d take you where you two stood.

“Not so shy now are you?” He said with a light chuckle. You let out a sharp exhale. Your face was red and your vision was blurry. His hands were brought up from the stand, up to your shoulders. His hands were massive compared to your build.

You wanted to form words but your brain was drawing blanks. He leaned down, leaving a soft kiss against the side of your neck. He pulled back loosening his grip on your shoulders.

“What do you want church mouse? Do you need help feeling good? Do you want to act on those thoughts?” He said pressing questions. You were conflicted, but the yearning urge was becoming undeniable. You answered with a short response.

“I’ve never done anything like this before.” You muttered. Still somewhat beneath him. He clicked his tongue, easing his weight off of you. “That’s okay sweetheart. I’m here to help you.” He said stepping about two feet back. Admiring your figure.

You nodded your head in agreement, honestly still fearful. What if you two were caught? Was it wrong? Would it be forgivable this time? Those thoughts started to leave you, the more you thought about him touching your body. Knoxville scanned the room for a moment, looking for something.

“Ah!” He said walking into a corner of backstage. “Come here, sweetie.” He said calling from some corner of the room. You slowly made your way over, stopping where he stood. A wooden desk and a rolling chair were placed neatly.

You glanced at him, and he smiles. “Here. Let’s start by getting those clothes off ya.” He said in his sweet southern accent. This was real. Your body was heating up rapidly, yet you were dead silent. He stood face to face with you and left a soft kiss on your forehead.

He grabbed the bottom of your shirt and pulled it over your head. Revealing your plain bra. You shivered as took it off. He leaned down and kissed the top of both your breasts. He unbuttoned your black jeans with his lanky fingers.

You watched quietly. He bent down and untied your sneakers. Pulling them off and setting them aside. He brought himself back up and tugged down your jeans. You stepped out of them and kicked them away. There you stood in front of someone you deeply admired in just your bra, socks, and underwear.

You felt vulnerable and warm. His cold hands grabbed at your waist. Pulling you into his chest. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him for a hug, and he felt around your body. His hands slide around your back. Making his way down to your ass. Squeezing it, and giving it a hard slap. You listened to his rapid heartbeat and felt almost at peace.

He pulled you away from his chest and kissed your lips gently. The gentle kisses turned into an intense passion. He backed you against the desk, and his tongue infiltrated your mouth. The two of you tugging and pulling at one another.

Fully clothed you tried to feel his body. Slipping your hands beneath his layers of clothes. He pulled back a moment to take a peek at his watch. “Shit.” He mumbled. “It’s almost time for prayer. We’ll need to make this quick. I promise I’ll show you more after baby girl. For now. I’m going to make you feel nice and special. I wanna feel your quivering legs squeeze around me.” He said with a wide grin.

You were flustered, standing awkwardly. “Sit down.” He said grabbing you by the arm and leading you into the spinning leather chair. You sat in the leather chair, closing your legs tightly together. He shook his head and leaned down. Getting onto his knees. You looked down at him in confusion. His hands pried apart your thighs. Exposing your soaked underwear.

He hummed in satisfaction, hooking his fingers into them, he pulled them down. You lifted yourself up a small bit, and they slid down with ease. He pulled them off your ankles and dropped them to the ground. There he sat before you. His dress shoes dug into the wooden floor.

“I’m going to eat out your pretty little pussy. Is that okay with you sweetheart? Your pussy seems to be begging for me.” He said locking eyes with yours. You nodded your head, though that didn’t satisfy him. “Use your words. I know I’ll hear you soon.” He said with a sweet smile. “May I please your pussy baby?” He asked politely.

“Yes, father.” You said, your legs shaking out of anxiety, and anticipation. He gave a wide grin, before grabbing your legs. He pulled you as close as he possibly could. Gently placing your legs on his shoulders. You were angled lower in the chair now. His face just inches from your heat. You could feel his rapid breath on you.

“If you need something to grab onto, don’t worry about messing up my hair cutie.” He said leaning into you. His tongue grazed your clit. You were immediately filled with wet warmth. You held your breath as sweetly explored you. You had never felt this sensation before.

It was nothing like you had ever done to yourself. His hands reached around and grabbed your thighs. His pale hands squeezed as he suckled. If didn’t have such a tight grip you would’ve been shaking out of the chair. You couldn’t contain yourself. Trying to bight on your lip, it did no good.

You were filling the prayer room with lewd moans, and the sounds of your wet pussy. His pace was steady, yet fast. Hard for your head to keep up with. He went in every which direction. Licking stripes up and down, then sucking on your clit. Moving back to circling your wetness.

When you could finally take it no longer, you entangled your hands in his silver hair. Tightly you pulled, using your other hand to squeeze the arm of the chair. In moments of your bliss, you heard the dreadful sound of the large wooden double doors opening. This made him smile, working harder at you.

Though you were horrified, immediately removing your grounding hand from the chair. Covering your mouth to suppress your moans. Knoxville only made himself louder. Humming as he ran his tongue through the mess he made. You started to shake, squirming as you reached your climax. You removed your hand and bit down on it. A death grip in his hair.

As you felt the release, you arched, and nearly flipped the chair back. Lucky to have been grounded on his shoulders. You heard voices as your clarity faded back in, and immediately remembered there were people in the room. Knoxville spread your legs apart and softly planted them to the ground.

He gathered your garments, and you followed. ¨Father my clothes!¨ You almost shouted. He shook his head. ¨I´m not done with you just yet. You´re coming to my office.¨

This took ages to get around to, but I've done it! It's relatively short and didn't turn out really how I wanted it. Feel free to request another with a little more detail, and I'll gladly rewrite it. :) If you're not interested in the request above, just keep scrolling. No kink-shaming will be tolerated on my page.

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Johnny Knoxville x fem!reader nsfw

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Warmth

Johnny was always seen as a kinky guy. He would indulge in almost anything thrown his way. Mainly interested in your kinks, using them against you. Intimidating you and catching you off guard, but also increasing your pleasure by the loads.

Being relatively drunk one night, you spilled some things to your new boyfriend, that you really didn't intend on doing. One of these things being your interest in urolagnia. Or just better known as a piss kink.

You two were pretty drunk just goofing around in a back lot office. You two were supposed to be editing footage, but you both had other things in plan. Spinning around in office chairs you two giggled. Empty bottles of beer littered the wooden floor. You were easier drunk than Johhny, yet still pretty aware of what was going on.

He spun his chair in your direction, trying to grab your arm to pull you with him, though failing and nearly tipping his chair. You both laughed hysterically. Sliding your chairs away from one another. He perked his head up looking at you. You cocked an eyebrow a moment, questioning what he might say. “Truth or Dare.” He said spinning in a circle.

“Truth or Dare?” You questioned. “Dare!” You exclaimed with a smile. He stroked his stubble humming in thought. “I dare you to sit on my lap.” He said with a stupid grin. You groaned. You pushed yourself out of the swivel chair, swigging the beer you left beside you. Dropping it back to the ground. Making your way to him, you squeezed onto his lap.

Your legs hanging between the gaps of the arms on the chair. “Truth or dare Johnny.” You said tapping your nose against his. Without a second's hesitation, he blurted out dare. “I dare you tooo.. pour the last of your beer into my mouth.” You said looking over to his side.

He picked up the beer that rested on the floor next to him. Bringing it to your lips, you tilted your head back. Taking the last of the cold beer into your mouth, you swallowed and brought your head back forward. Eye to eye with him.

He sat the empty bottle back on the floor, groaning as he leaned down. Coming back up to your face he grinned. “Truth or dare baby.” He said blowing air at you. His breath reeked of mellow beer. “Truth..” You said, drawing out the word. “What’s your kinkiest kink.” He said wrapping arms around the back of your neck.

You thought about it for a moment. “I think pee.” You said wracking your head for what may be considered kinky. “Pee?” Johhny snickered. “You want me to piss on you?” He said almost choking on his laughter. “No!” You shoved his chest. Pushing the chair a couple feet back.

“I just. I don’t know. I-” you were cut off by Johhny blurting out his own kink. “I have a kink for watching girls desperately hold in their pee.” He said almost completely nonchalantly. You blinked in disbelief for a moment. “You what.” You said blankly.

You tried to slowly scoot off of him, hoping not to be embarrassed and be roped into his antics. Though he moved his hands from your neck down to your waist. Dragging you back closer. “You heard me.” He shrugged. You had no idea whether he was being serious or just trying to play into your own kink.

You didn't want to question it, so you just played along. You cocked an eyebrow a moment. Unsure of what to say to him. You darted your eyes around the office, hoping that you both would move on from the moment. Unfortunately for you, that wasn't the case. “So. Do you need to.. Pee?” He questioned.

You were already entirely not up for this. Sure it was your thing, but he would more than likely carry on whatever moment you two may have with this to humiliate you. Being that it was already too late to back out, you simply obliged. “I mean. Yeah. A bit.” You said softly.

He hummed in response. With that simple response, brought about a long night. A night Johnny loves to bring back up in the heat of the moment. Just to fluster you. He forced you to hold your blatter for almost two hours. Making out with you, and listening to you whine. Bouncing you on his leg, smiling in power. He held his urine too. Though not making a big deal out of it.

Being that you were both drunk, Johnny went first. By this point, you had both stripped down to your underwear. You sat in nothing but your bra and underwear. While Johnny simply sat under you in his boxers. You two were wrapped up in one another. Kissing with hot faces.

Johnny had shifted and groaned. Squeezing you close, he let go of himself. He could take no more and jutted his hips up. A warm sensation wetting your own underwear as he peed. A sensation he had never really cared to think about when he normally urinated. You watched as his face shifted.

An almost confused expression. You gave in and let go as well. Shifting on his lap, and urinating. The feeling was nearly orgasmic. Once he felt you let go, he brought a hand down to your clit. Slipping his fingers inside to rub deep circles. This caught you off guard, and you immediately bit down on your lip.

Shaking your legs against him as your long-held blatter emptied. The sound of dripping piss smacking down to the floor. His fingers worked up the sensation. You gave up on keeping quiet, letting out a soft moan. He smiled.

Pre-cum dribbled from his tip. Having been teasing you for hours. He backed you up just slightly, as you recollected yourself. He pulled his fingers from your own panties. He pulled out his wet cock from his boxers and began to stroke it. Not saying a word, he simply admired your face.

His hand gripped himself tightly, stroking at a light pace turned into a furious one. He gritted his teeth as he held onto your thigh with his opposite hand. His lips parted, and he whispered. “I love you.” He sighed, as his cum simply dribbled down his length.

A thick white stream seeped out. You smiled. “I love you too..” He pulled you forward, only to wipe his cum on your stomach. You sneered and jumped off of him. Standing in the warm puddle of you both. You jumped back, now having wet pee socks. Gross..

You both needed to clean up. A massive mess of beer bottles, pee, and now jizz.

For some reason, Tumblr on PC gives me a ton of issues. Hopefully will have a phone sooner or later. For the time being, my writing formatting might look a little goofy.

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Johnny Knoxville x fem!reader nsfw

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Go Johhny!

In your hotel room the night before, as your boyfriend showered for his big day, you made him a silly surprise. You had bought some supplies to cheer him on for his wrestling match. You both had taken a long flight from California all the way to the ring in New York.

As he entered the shower, you took it upon yourself to get some poster paper, glitter, and whatever you wanted to make a silly poster. Finishing it before he even finished showering, it was covered with glitter and positive words like a fan cheering on their favorite wrestler. 

You hid it in the back of the car, heading back into the hotel room. Coming out of the bathroom he dried his hair with a towel. A goofy smile plastered on his face. He was beyond excited, and frankly so were you.

The next night was incredible. You were in the front stands watching your boyfriend beat the crap out of Sami Zayn. The smile on his face was prominent throughout the night. Whenever he would turn to you. He flashed his eyes over to your massive sign “I love you Johhny Knoxville! Kick his ass! <3” It read. You swung it around like a madman. Screaming like a little fangirl.

The fight ended with Johnny as the champion. His silver hair was drenched, his goggles hanging around his neck. Hyping the crowd up like a goofball. When he was exiting the ring, you followed him. Exiting the stands and heading into the back. Seeing him standing around scanning the room, you ran and hugged him. His embrace tightening around your back.

You pulled back from his embrace with a massive smile. “Johnny I’m a huge fan! Could I could get an autograph?” You joked. He grinned. “I can give you something more than an autograph sweetie.” He chuckled. 

You cocked an eyebrow. “Oh reaaallyy?” You cooed with a grin. “Oh yeahh. I’ll take you to my car.” He said grabbing your two hands and pulling them to his chest. A few people peaking you two’s way. You didn't mind much.

“Are you sure Johnny? What if you get caught.” You dramatically said with a frown. He tried to hold back a laugh. “As long as your quiet.” He whispered to you. Letting go of your hands and starting to lead you to the parking garage. Sometimes you both would mess around. Pretend your his pretty little fan. A fun way to praise him.

You two didn’t roleplay often, but when you did, it was usually odd. As you two walked hand in hand to the parking garage, you were full of anticipation. Egging Johnny on with your fan babble. “You really beat him. It was really hot.” You said rubbing his hand with your thumb.

He let out a small huffed laugh. “Well of course. Sami could never stand to the likes of me.” He said swinging your arm back and forth. Entering the parking garage he stopped. He scanned the garage for the elevator to the higher floor. Making his way to the elevator with you he fixed his hair and adjusted his outfit.

In the short time, you had made your way out of the crowded stands, he had already changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Stepping into the elevator with him, he hit the 40th floor. You were on the base floor. The elevator ride would be a good five minutes.

Johnny wouldn’t waste a single second in this five-minute ride. Standing next to you he turned and shoved you against the elevator wall. Pushing his hands into your hips he kissed you. You rutted your hips forward. Pressing into his jeans. Pulling back from the kiss, he questioned you.

“So. Do I get to know the name of the beautiful girl I’m about to fuck? Or is it a mystery?” He said with a toothy grin. You shook your head no. He would probably slip up and say your name. His favorite thing to do was cooing it in your ear when he was ready to release. 

“Mmm. That’s a shame.” He said stepping a few steps back. It wasn't a very big elevator but enough to hold just about three people. You shuffled forward. Palming his jeans with your rather small hands compared to his build. He huffed. “I never expected I would have the chance to touch such a strong man.” You said rubbing your thumb down his trapped package.

“Oh yeah?” He let out shakily. The elevator doors could open at any moment. Revealing some poor person just trying to find their car. “Mhmmm..” You said unbuttoning his jeans. Sliding down the golden zipper. His cock hard against his thigh.

“I’m surprised there aren't more girls coming your way Johhny. You looked so good out there.” You said running your fingers up his length. He was backed against the wall, breathing anything but steady. You cocked your head, you two were only two floors away.

You adjusted his bulge and close his pants with a pleasant smile. “Oh, baby. I’m going to have it out for you.” He said as the elevator doors slid open. You both stepped out of the elevator, he buzzed his car. Making his way towards its spot in the garage. The garage was fairly empty in the first place. Only about 30-40 cars. Cars of the team members that worked there. 

You both were practically running towards the car, speed-walking to indulge in one another. He popped open the hatch of his car. A large flat bedded trunk. He opened the back seat door and grabbed a blanket. Laying it down on the flat bedded trunk. Puffing the upper half into a makeshift pillow. “Johnny? Are you sure we should do this? What if someone sees us?” You said pretending to be shy.

He didn't answer. Removing the blanket from the trunk. It would be too difficult to position. Opening the back door and laying the blanket down. Fluffing the top once more to make for a decent pillow. “That’s the thrill baby. Someone catching you getting fucked by THE Johnny Knoxville?” He said coming back around to the trunk. He shut the hatch and grabbed your hand.

“Is this your first time ever having sex in public?” He said assisting you into the backseat. You two had, had sex countless times in public. “Yeah.. I’m a little nervous.” You replied. He nodded his head. “Don’t be nervous baby. I’ll make you feel reallyyy good. I promise.” He said unbuttoning his jeans for the second time that night. You sighed shakily.

“Do you want me to take my pants off?” You softly questioned. Hoping he would ask you to just drop the act. Wanting to be aggressively fucked. He nodded his head as he unzipped his fly. You kicked your shoes off, and lifted yourself up, and pulled down your jeans. Easy to take off considering how loose they were around your waist.

 You began to lift your shirt off, though he stopped you. “I got it, baby.” He said pulling your shirt off over your head and arms. Lifting your back up to unclip your bra. Once that was removed, you were left in nothing but your thin underwear. He traced his fingers around your torso, leading up to your breasts.

His fingers brushed against your nipples. One hand squeezing your bud, as he leaned down and softly suckled your other. Leaning inside of the car, his left knee planted between your legs. You softly moaned, wrapping your fingers into his silver hair. Still slightly damp with sweat. He swapped places, softly pinching the opposite nipple and sucking the other. He moved off of your nipples, leaving soft kisses on your breasts.

He kissed down your chest and to your torso. Kissing your sides and down to your waist. He climbed off of you, backing up a step. He pulled your legs forward, hanging them further out of the car. He shuffled his unbuttoned jeans off and tugged off his shirt. Anyone could walk out and watch you two feel each other. It sparked a thrill in you.

Staring at his shaved chest, he was quite built. He had been working out extra for the match. Making him extra toned and defined. He eventually approached you again completely naked. 

Grabbing your thighs, he got down to his knees. Leaving his skin on the cold cement. He pulled you as close as he could. His hot breath on your crotch.

Hooking a finger under your panties, he slipped his tongue against you. Painfully slow, he glided his tongue against you. Enjoying every second. One hand on your thigh, the other still holding your panties. He picked up his pace, keeping you unable to be still. 

He groaned a bit as he suckled your clit. Sloppy noises coming from below you, you held a hand over your mouth as he worked away at you. He pulled his head up, tugging your panties off. Getting off his knees, with no other warning, he entered you. 

Pulling your legs onto his hips, he fucked you fast. Catching you so off guard you nearly screamed. An immediate shift of pleasure. Intense and hot. He leaned his face down to yours, slipping his tongue in your mouth. You eagerly kissed him back, sliding your fingers through his silver hair. 

He filled you almost perfectly. Hitting every spot that could make you scream. He pulled his head back panting. “I don’t have a condom. I want to watch you finish with your fingers. I want to see you squirm to the thought of your biggest hero, Johnny Knoxville, watch you make a mess of yourself.” He said slightly slowing his pace. 

He seemed to get off using his ego sometimes, but you enjoyed it. You loved his cocky presence. You nodded your head and removed the hand from your mouth. He pulled himself out of you, as you shot your right hand down to your clit. Your fingers circle the small bit.

His eyes didn't break contact with your fingers, his hand vigorously pumping at himself. Looking up, you were met with his eyes. The both of you intensely touch yourselves. The eye contact alone drove you both mad. A fast pace shared between you both.

“You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t wait to watch you cum all over.” He said sliding his thumb over his dribbling tip. You began to pant. Feeling yourself coming closer. Hitting the perfect spot, you arched back. Your fingers assist the wet sounds you two both made.

“Fuck! I’m going to fucking cum all over you baby.” He yelled stepping forward. Blowing his load onto your stomach and legs as you continued to work at yourself. His hand still kneading. You finished and made a massive mess of yourself. 

Warm cum spread across your body. Your fingers are soaked from the ordeal. He squeezed the last bit of cum he had left, letting out a long sigh. You laid a moment catching your breath. “Man. That was the best experience I’ve ever had with a fan.” He said gathering his clothes. “Oh stop it PJ.” You rolled your eyes over his silly roleplay.

You lifted yourself off the leather seat, peeling off your sweaty body. Your crotch feeling entirely numb by this point. “Sh! My name is Johnny. Not PJ..” He said sliding his boxers back on, looking for his discarded shoes. You rolled your eyes once more, satisfied with the intense pleasure you experience.

“You should really attend more wrestling matches. I could get used to this.” 

So I accidentally answered this already without it being able to be typed out, so hoping this reaches you anon 🙏

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Bam Margera x fem!reader fluff

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Beautiful baby girl

Bam always had a very secret soft spot for children. He never showed it, but one night he cracked. Finally asking if you would want to have a kid together.

Of course, you were beyond ecstatic and were immediately accepting of the idea. That night was a sweet night like no other. Just a few weeks passing.

Multiple tests spread the news that you were pregnant. Bam was already ready to make a nursery and came up with names. You just giggled and went along. Months into your pregnancy you found you were going to have a beautiful baby girl.

Bam was so unbelievably excited. Nearly wagging his tail like an excited golden retriever. He would make you warm tea each night, and rub your belly. Hoping to feel a bump sooner or later.

Bam would worry about leaving you home alone to film, but to your surprise. Him and the guys set up a surprise baby shower. Pretty pink and purple balloons sprawled in your backyard.

You all had a wonderful time, receiving some key things for your soon child. Before you knew it, the baby was kicking. A round bump finally filling your stomach. Bam would lay his ear against you, cooing as it kicked. He would read stories to her and you would watch with a smile.

Once you were due, a cold winter's morning rolled around. He drove you to the emergency room, where you gave birth to your baby girl. Bam laid eyes on his daughter and tears jerked at his eyes.

The drive home from the hospital was pleasant. As you rest up, Bam did his very best to take care of her. Occasionally passing out with the baby right beside him. As she grew old, he swore she wanted to dress like her "cool skateboarding dad".

Dressing her in little vans and t-shirts with graphic designs. She was constantly being held by the guys. All of them took turns playing with the baby. Once she was old enough, he would take her to the skate park. Meeting his buddies and thrilling her with his silly tricks.

Years and years went by. Each day is as good as the next. Her nursery was soon turning into her bedroom. Her dad's influence had rubbed off on her. By the time she was 5, she admired what she called her uncle. Tony Hawk.

Her own mini skateboards sprawled onto her walls. She rocked out with Bam sometimes, banging her tiny head with him. You had never seen Bam so happy before. Yourself, you couldn't ask for better. As time progressed. She only became more like her dad, yet had the biggest soft spot for her mama.

I took some creative liberty with this, and threw in a little extra. A long fic for you guys this time.

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Johnny Knoxville x fem!reader nsfw

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Bite me

Today was a huge day for Johnny. It was a extremely hot day, and he was doing one his most wicked stunts. The Anaconda Ball Pit. All of the guys showed up. Some to watch, and others to hop right in with him. 

Considering it was so hot today, you decided on a cooler outfit. A simple white tank, and a pair of black shorts. Accompanied by a old pair of Johnny's Converse, that were just a bit too big on you.

 You decided on fishnets with your outfit, just because you liked the way Johnny would peer in your direction. Slipping them over your legs before tying your matted laces. 

Johnny hadn't even seen your outfit until you were on set. Shooting you a smug smile. He was already in his odd outfit. His aviators accompanied his sailors hat and rainbow colored suspenders. 

The guys were huddled around chit chatting before approaching Manny to start the stunt. Steve-o approached you, immediately looking you up and down. He whistled, followed with his signature goofy laugh. "Damn! Johnny's a real lucky lad. Might have to share a piece with me." He said looking to grab Chris. 

You blushed. "Stop it Stephen." You giggled. Steve-o grabbed Pontius's shoulder. Whispering something into his ear and snickering. Chris smiled looking you up and down. He nodded his head whispering something back to Steve-o. 

Johnny walked over, startling you by dropping his heads on your shoulders. "What are you guys doing over here. Hm?" He said looking at Steve-o and Chris with a sneer. The guys had followed Johnny over. Waiting for the stunt to start. Chris and Steve-o just giggled. 

Bam chipped in. "Come the hell on. Hand her the camera and let's get this shit over with." Bam turned to the gear, looking through it for your labeled camera. 

Knoxville's fingers dug into the back of your shoulders. He leaned into your ear whispering to you. "What were you three talking about?" He said in a sweet tone. You froze up a little bit. 

Johnny was always the type to be extremely protective of you. Knowing how the guys were, they would constantly flirt with you. Sometimes to just plain piss Johnny off. 

"They were complimenting my outfit. That's all." You said in a whisper. "Mmmm.. the outfit you wore for me? For my eyes to tear apart?" He said letting go of your shoulders. You didn't get the chance to squeak out a response. 

Bam shoved the camera into your arms, they were nearly prepared for the shooting. He shot you a smile, as Johnny glared at you. Bam whispering something you couldn't entirely makeout, but Johnny didn't look the most happy. 

You strapped your camera around and headed towards the ball pit. Standing right next to Erehen and Dave. Two of the most respectable guys you knew. Johnny eyed your every movement at that point. Not looking directly at you, but throwing side glances. Speaking to Manny about the danger of the stunt. 

Dave gave you a nudge and smiled. "You look really really pretty today. I promise I don't mean that in a creepy way either." He chuckled. Erehen chimed in with the same energetic smile. "I agree! Johnny's Converse really fit you well too. You look beautiful." He said resting his hand on your shoulder a moment. You smiled wide with a small laugh. "You guys are sweethearts." You said only to catch Johnny's stern gaze. You smiled at him, though he kept his straight forward expression. 

Steve-o had come back to you guys, of course adding in a few last words before he was shoed from the scene. "Nah. She's fucking gorgeous. Real fuckable face and ass. Man I could just-" Before Steve-o could finish his graphic detailing, Tremaine grabbed his shoulders. 

"Enough Steve-o. You're not even part of this bit. So you can step back unless you're filming." He said walking him off. You sighed. Adjusting yourself to get ready to film. Dave and Erehen just standing to be in the peanut gallery. 

Once the bit started you filmed. Watching the gruesome sight unfold. You cringed as you watched your boyfriend's wrist receive a wicked bite. Immediately after the cameras quit filming, he ran off set for a medic. 

You sat your camera back down, running after him. He didn't want his arms cleaned, just getting the wound cleaned. Guessing it was some kind of war badge he'd brag about at the bar. Wrapping the bite throughly tight. The blood dried onto his arms, having dripped down all the way to his shirt. 

Once he left the medic tent his eyes caught yours. You ran up to him of course, throwing a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you. Staining the back of your shirt with the last bit of undried blood. He let go of you, stepping a foot back. "So. Do you just let every guy you see fuck you with their eyes?" He said crossing his arms. 

You gave a puzzled look. "PJ what are you talking about." You said crossing your arms aswell. He always got jealous over the guys, and they usually knew it. Steve-o on the other hand just had a tendency of being a dog. 

"I'm talking about you not swatting away the guys! They've been talking about you all day. Teasing me. Then I see you smiling it up while they praise you?" He said cocking an eyebrow. You shifted on your foot. Giving a frown. 

"They're just being nice Johnny. Stop it. You know I only dress like this for you." You said with half a smile. You knew he wasn't genuinely angry with you. Though he did get jealous. And when he got jealous, he only had one way to prove his point. 

"Mmm..." He nodded his head. Arms still folded. "Do you want them to watch you get fucking marked by me then? Do you want them to watch me destroy your begging pussy with my tongue?" He said leaning in closer to you. 

Your stomach dropped. A complete switch in mood. "No.." You said softly. Turning away from him. "Johnny I'm going in the trailer, it's really hot out." You said walking towards the farther back of the lot. Spotting out his trailer. 

You knew what you were doing by now. Setting yourself up to be pleasured by him. Playing stupid to ultimately get your way. He followed close behind you. 

You opened the trailer door, pretending he isn't behind you, acting startled when he grabs a hold of it. Following you through the door. 

Once you were inside he immediately grabbed your waist. Pulling your back against him. His grip bruising your sides. He leaned into your ear. Just breathing his hot breath. "You're mine. Not theirs. You're going to show them who owns you. The man who makes your legs shake.." He said biting into the side of your neck. 

You let out a sudden moan. His teeth grinding into your neck. He moved his lips around your throat. Sucking spots into you. Making sure each one was aggressive and harder then the next. He wanted sloppy markings littered all over you.  

You squirmed under his touch. Trying to break free from his tight hold, though he only held you closer. His love marks hurt. Though brought an odd type of pleasure your way. 

One he was finished with your neck, he pulled his face back. Not letting go of you, but looking down at you. You looked up at him. Still sporting his glasses and hat. You removed his aviators with your free hand, and folded them. Sliding them onto the collar of his shirt. 

He didn't give a reaction. Just keeping his eyes locked with yours. "Go on. Sit down. I'm not done with you." He said letting go of his death tight grip. You sighed. Chills running down your body. 

"Any part of your pretty little body they look at, is going to me covered by me." He said bending down to the couch. He was on his knee's in front of you. Prying your semi clothed legs apart. "The door isn't locked either. Let's hope no one comes in and see's your pathetic little face." 

He said running his hands up and down your thighs. His hands dipping into your inner thighs. He grabbed at the waist of your shorts. Undoing the button and tugging the zipper. You lifted yourself, and he tugged your shorts off. 

Exposing the fact that you chose to wear no underwear beneath, just your fishnets. He smirked. Pulling your shorts from off of your shoes. He kept them on, spreading your legs once more. 

Making bigger holes in your nets, he bit on your inner thighs. Sucking at your soft meat. You kept a hand over your mouth to keep from making noise. Though that aggravated him. Bring his hand up from your thigh, he grabbed your wrist. 

"Don't be afraid to make noise. I want to hear how much you really love me. How good I make you feel." He said continuing to give small kisses. Closer and closer to your throbbing core. Biting marks into your sensitive flesh. The marks on your neck already beginning to show color. 

Your mouth let out small desperate noises as he inched closer. Finally he was at your core. His face just a few inches away. His breath was warm against you. Sending shivers throughout your body. 

He spread your legs as wide as possible. Pulling you lower in the process. Your back slumped on the couch. His fingers reached down to your center. Using two of them to rip the net. He ripped a sizeable hole. 

Big enough to reach your begging center.  Admittedly you were a little pissed. These were your favorite fishnets and now they were torn. Though that didn't matter all too much. Johnny's face was dipped in-between your legs.

Hot breath beckoning your hips to jolt forward. Though you waited in anticipation. His tongue finding your clit his lips attached. Sucking and flicking his tongue. 

You were immediately overun with pleasure. Squirming under his fast touch. His hands holding your thighs down. Pressing you into the couch. He held you back from moving under his touch. Pulling his lips off. He flicked his tongue around your entire pussy. 

Changing his pace every now and then. Then switching to just giving you striped licks. Your hands tugged at his hair. Attempting to suppress your moans. He chuckled beneath you. Enjoying every moment he could taste you.  

Your breath hitched as you felt your orgasm creep closer. "Johnnnyyy. Please! I'm so close." You begged out. His tongue slid around. Stopping entirely. You gasped from the sudden loss of motion. Opening your eyes. 

Your eyes opening only to see the sinister grin of Johnny's face. Letting go of his hair you frowned. Displaying a confused look. "Do you think you deserve to cum on my tongue sweetheart?" He said getting off his knees. He wiped away the slick on his face. Dipping his fingers into his mouth. 

"I'm still mad at you. The way they look at you in that slutty little outfit? You just let them stare." He said in a questioning tone. 

You shook your head no, but this wouldn't satisfy him. "Come on now. Get up. I want you bent over my knee." He said with a beckoning finger. 

You slowly got up, your legs having a hard time keeping you up. Still completely feeling the effects of him. With that, he switched places with you. Sitting down and spreading apart his legs. 

You turned on your heal. Reluctantly laying across his two knee's. He groaned as you got into position. Rubbing at your ass cheeks. 

You lifted your ass, arching your back a small bit. "How many of the guys flirted with you. Hm?" He said giving you a hard smack. The pain ringing through your ass. "Steve-o.." He pulled back and slapped you again. Harder this time. 

You let out a squeak. "Shh shh shh.. You let this happen sweetie. Chriss.." He let out with a smile. Your ass stung, ringing through your entire body. Though it felt amazing. 

He smacked twice consecutively now. The hardest he had. You let out a cry and he rubbed your printed ass. "Dave and Erehen. Is there anyone else I don't know about?" He said with a small chuckle. "No Johnny.." You said trying to wriggle out of the position. 

He didn't grab at you, letting your sore body free. He sat content with what he had done to your ass. He stood up himself and removed his sailor hat. Removing the glasses tucked into his shirt, and pulling his shirt over his head. 

A few knocks came from outside, Johnny's head perking up. He shot a look at you, then back at the door. 

"Who is it?" Johnny called out. Normally he would've stayed silently. Though he had some other unexpected plans to unfold. 

"It's Chris! We weren't sure where you went." He said through the door. Steve-o chimed in presumably next to him. "Yeah dude! That snake bite was fucking gnarly." He said louder then Chris. 

Johnny looked over to you and smirked. "Why are you looking at me like that!" You whispered over to him. He shifted his eyes away, back towards the door. 

"How about you two come in here." He said opening the trailer door. You immediately got into the corner to try and hide your naked bottom half. 

They obliged and entered the trailer. "No, no, no. Come here sweetheart." Johnny said stepping away for a moment. 

Both the guys had confused expressions. Unsure to why Johnny invited them in, and why he was shirtless. Assuming he was going to play some sick prank on the both. Johnny grabbed at you in the corner. Whispering in your ear. "You're going to show them how much of a slut you are for me. I'm going to fuck you, and they're going to watch." He said, two hands firmly on your shoulders. 

Your face went cold, but the heat in your body spiked. Was he really going to do this? No doubt. 

You stepped out, practically being dragged. Chris and Steve-o both starring. Mouth agape. Your fishnets did zero justice in covering any part of your body. 

They stood speechless a moment, before Johnny spoke up. "How about you guys stay awhile? She wanted some company while she gets her pussy fucked." He said beginning to undo his belt. 

They eyed the markings on your body carefully. Knowing Johnny meant business. Chris was silent. A bit unsure of what to do. "Don't worry guys. Her pussy is mine, but feel free to shoot your loads onto her. She knows who she belongs to." 

He said dropping his pants to his ankles. Steve-o immediately took up on the offer. Giving himself a quick rub through his pants. You didn't object the situation, admittedly extremely turned on by the ordeal. 

You pulled your tank off, exposing the upper half of your body. Your breasts free from the scratchy material of your tank top. 

You stood awkwardly in just your nets, basically entirely naked. Once Johnny was completely naked, he sat on his couch once more. Patting his thighs to get you on. 

It wasn't the most comfortable position. But you straddled his thighs. Your back facing towards him. You saddled him reverse cowgirl. You hovered over his length. 

He slowly guided himself inside the makeshift hole in your fishnets. You lowered yourself as much as you could to take him entirely. His cock completely inside of you. Resting a moment. It slid in easily due to the pooling wetness you had created. 

Once you were adjusted, you jerked your hips a small bit. Admitting a small laugh from Knoxville's chest. He let out a small low grown before he grabbed at your hips. Bouncing you slowly up and down. 

Chris watched intently as he stood. Stroking himself through his camo shorts. His imprint extremely visible due to his size. You weren't sure how long you would last like this. Between the feeling of his cock and two of your closest friends watching you get fucked. Johnny's rythem was deep and slow. Torturing you with his body. He whispered soft things into your ear as you did your best to look away from the two men. Feeling shameful everytime you saw them. 

"You're such a little fucking whore. You're going to take all three of our loads and then cum all over my dick?" He said massaging your waist as the two of you rocked eachother. 

Steve-o had completely taken himself out of his pants, a fist full of his length in hand. Slowly jerking himself. He watched with a smile. Knowing exactly where he wanted to shoot himself. 

Chris had pulled himself down to his boxers. Still just groping himself through the fabric. Johnny's hands reached from your waist to your breasts. 

Picking up his pace a bit he was sloppy. Not holding you in place. Instead squeezing and kneading at your bouncing breasts. 

Steve-o stepped a small bit closer. Chris getting in closer aswell. Chris pulling his length out of his boxers.

Johnny moved his hands back to your hips. Driving you down hard on his cock. Rough bounces at a high speed. He groaned, as you begged him to fuck you. 

"I knew you would enjoy this you fucking whore. I'm going to fuck you until you know who owns your pretty little body." He said shifting his position just slightly. His cock hitting a entire new area. 

Your pleasure was spiked, and you let out a struggled moan. By now both Steve-o and Chris were working at themselves. Watching your used body. You could feel yourself coming undone. Johnny relentlessly slamming into you. His groans turning into guteral growls. 

Steve-o was the first to go, letting out a small groan and leaking out his load. Johnny chuckled. You could pay no attention, you were only focus on the insane pleasure your boyfriend brought you. 

It was nearly too much to handle. His noises fueling you. As you began to twitch and convulse around him, Chris stepped forward quickly. Shooting his load onto your breasts the best he could. 

As he did you yelled. Johnny pulling on your hips as his orgasm ripped through. "You're going to be fucking leaking with my cum bitch." He groaned out as you felt the warmth of his load fill inside. A building pressure inside. He held himself in deep, and you attempted to ride out the last of your orgasm. 

He removed one hand from your hips, pulling at your hair. Snapping your head back. Into your ear he whispered. "Now you KNOW. Who fucking owns you. That's my fucking pussy to cum inside of. You're mine." He said letting go of your hair. 

Chris and Steve-o fixing themselves up. Still watching with fascination. Once Johnny was satisfied, you both struggled to untangle from one another. Once you were off of him, his cum seeped from inside. 

He pressed the last bit of cum from his tip and stood up wobbly. "You two can go now, unless you want to clean this off my dick." He said letting out a small laugh. Chris let out his last words and opened the trailer door. Steve-o needing to make his last remark. "We need to do this more often. That's the best fucking load I've ever had." He said shooting you a smile. 

You just rolled your eyes. Watching him leave the trailer. Once you two were alone again, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips and smiled. 

"I love you sweetheart. Hope you don't hurt too bad." He said tracing his fingers around the markings he left on your body. You shook your head. "I love you too Johnny." You said finding your clothes on the floor. 

You headed towards the bathroom to clean yourself up. Walking back onto set would feel extremely shameful. Though Johnny would be extremely proud with his handy work. 

This my first amab/masc!reader! I would love to write some more detailed ones in the near future.

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Johnny Knoxville x masc!reader

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Winters night

Johnny loved you more than anything. You two were the same size, resulting in you guys always swapping clothes with one another. He would drag you onto the set for the stupidest stunts.

Wearing his Converse, he'd wear your favorite pair of shoes. The guys would make smoochy faces whenever you two were together, but you were inseparable. The guys felt like your brothers. A huge tight nit dysfunctional family.

At the end of each night of very stupid stunts, Johnny would treat you. You would both go home, cuddle, and watch your favorite movie. Which normally resulted in one of you tapping out, and giving in for some steamy sex.

Tonight you both just stayed inside. It was snowy outside, and you were warmly snuggled between his legs. Your head rested against his bare chest. Taking in his warmth. He rubbed your back with his callous hands. His chin rested on your shoulder. Though both of you were big, he managed to always swaddle you. A blanket was thrown over the top of you both to keep you warm.

Eventually, Johnny pulled his chin off of you. Pressing soft kisses against your skin. His lips press against your shoulders softly. You hummed softly as his lips touched you. He moved from your shoulders to your neck. His grip around your back tightened.

You smiled against him. His lips were warm against your neck. He turned the kisses into small bites. Emitting small moans from your mouth. He wanted you, and wouldn't say it. Just basking in his touch.

His bites would leave bruises on you. Bruises you would of course be made fun of for. You pulled your head away from him to give him a questioning look. With no time to even react, he attacked your lips. His tongue pressed inside, prying through. Of course, you accepted, slipping your tongue against his.

Desperate to taste every bit of his mouth. His hands find themselves tugging at your hair. Then sliding down to caress your face. His stubble always tickled your face when you two kissed. You found it adorable.

Pulling away for breath, he scanned your face. You smiled in return and he rewarded your lips with another soft kiss. "You're so adorable." He whispered to you. You let out a choked laugh.

He started to push you up off of him, you took the hint and slowly stretched as you got up. Standing in just your boxers, you stretched your arms. Letting out a small yawn. He looked at you, admiring your entire body.

Of course in your boxers rested your aching bulge. The bulge he loved to stare directly at every time, speaking no words to address it.

Feeling confident for once, you stepped closer to him. Inching yourself forward. His face was eye length with your package. He reached his hand up, playing with you through your boxers.

His fingers rub at your shaft. Grabbing at you through the fabric, and wrapping his fingers tight. Your face twisted in pleasure.

His lanky fingers always immediately had you ready to go. His pace on your fabric is decently fast. He let go, pulling the waistband of your boxers down. Letting your bulge spring free. He grabs at your hips, pulling you towards his face.

Your face was flushed. Watching him work his way towards you. He adjusted himself on the couch, his legs now on either side of you. Your boxers hung at your ankles. His legs were spread, caging you in between them.

He took your cock into his mouth. Little by little. The wet warmth engulfed you. He hadn't even moved yet, pre-cum dripping onto his tongue.

He enjoyed it when you were rough with him. Pulling at his hair and fucking his face. Though you nearly always felt too submissive. He popped off of your cock. Looking up at you. "You're going to be a good boy, and take whatever I give you."

You shuttered. Nodding your head. His hands parted your thighs further. Holding onto them. He guided his mouth back onto your cock. Continuing his slow bob. You watched his every movement with your eyes, holding back a change of expression.

As he got faster, his tongue worked its way around your shaft. Your hands found his hair, you ran your fingers through it. Focusing on the feeling to hold your composure. You could feel yourself already becoming close.

Knowing that your ass would be obliterated shortly after, you tried to hold back your load. Though that did last long. His throat was warm and soft as he plunged you inside. You couldn't handle it anymore. Grabbing the sides of his face. You rocked your hips inside of him.

He began to moan. Staring up at you. He knew this drove you insane. The vibrations of his noise adding an extra level of intense pleasure. Your stomach tightened, your mouth finally opening. Desperate groans escape your lips. Your cock hit his throat repeatedly as you pounded your hips into him.

Your load seeping down his throat, he swirled his tongue around your splurging tip. Your body shook in pleasure, tightening your hands around his face. His tongue came to a stop and you pulled yourself out.

Breathless, you looked down at him. Still planted between his legs. Knoxville shot a smile. Making you smile in return. "I love that look when you're so deep. So desperate to fill my throat up, hm?" Knoxville teased. You just let out a small shy laugh. Knowing what's coming your way.

"Take that shirt off. I want you bent over the arm of the couch and ready to be fucked when I come out of the bathroom." He said stroking your thigh. You nodded your head, stepping out of your boxers entirely. Moving out of his locked legs.

He stood up from the couch, his bulge prominent through his jeans. You ran a hand through your hair, fixing it. You were unsure if you could cum again so quickly. Though Johnny had a knack for overstimulating you. 

You pulled your shirt off. Now entirely naked. Johnny was in the bathroom doing who knows what. You headed past the bathroom, into the hall closet. Pulling out a towel to throw onto the floor. Johnny often dripped his load onto the carpet.

You headed back to the living room, haphazardly laying the towel down. Once you were satisfied with its position, you began to lean onto the arm of the couch. Making sure you would be comfortable. The arm of the couch was decently large and thankfully soft. Positioned that your cock would leak onto the towel.

You stuck your ass out. Sighing. He really would have it in for you. Hearing the door behind you open and shut. Johnny lets out a guttural laugh behind you.  "Such an obedient dirty boy." He said coming closer to you.

Your face is red. You wish you could've seen his own, but you were forced to face down on the couch. Knoxville pressed forward. His dick pressing against one of your cheeks.

You had no idea he was naked. His warm cock against your cold ass cheek. He smacked it against you. Resting it there. The lid of the lube was popped open.

He squeezed the bottle, cold lube hitting your ass. Lathering some onto his hand. You shivered from the cold, but also in sheer anticipation. He backed up a foot, staring at your waiting ass.

He smacked your ass hard, a stinging feeling ringing through you. He used both hands to lather the lube on your ass. Dipping his hands in to spread your ass. Making sure it was entirely slick.

His fingers massage your cheeks thoroughly. Once you were entirely slicked. He smacked his cock against your ass once more. A wet sticky sound echoing the room. He chuckled behind you.

Using a small bit more lube, he lathered it into his hand. Setting the tube onto the table beside you both. Giving himself a couple of strokes. He sighed. Stepping close to you.

"I want to hear you. Fucking. Squeal." He whispered. Leaning into your ear. Before you react, he was pressing his length inside. A horribly sharp pain fills you.

You winced, though Johnny did his best to try and ease it. His hands tightly holding to your hips. Just massaging your sides with his fingers.

He held himself inside you. Slowly pumping to get you used to the pain. Once the stinging began to subside, you groaned. Pushing your hips against him slightly.

"Johnny. Please. Please move.." You let out. Hanging your head. "Hm? You need to speak up." He said stopping all movement. You groaned. "Johnny. Please fuck me." You let out in a slightly higher tone. "Goood boy." He said sliding his hands up and down the sides of your body.

He pressed his hands into your hips. Grounding himself. His hips snapped back and forth inside of you. Though you just had the life sucked out of you, you were already throbbing again.

His dick slipped in and out smoothly, his speed gradually building. "You have such a pathetically tight ass. Perfect for my fucking cock." He said removing his right hand and slapping your ass. 

You let out a small moan. Panting as he slammed into you. Your cock leaked, cum slowly rolling down your shaft. "I want to hear my name come from your mouth. Who's fucking cock is inside your little asshole?" He said smacking your ass again.

You groaned. "Yours Johnny!" You gritted out. He picked up his pace. Holding your ass apart. "Fuck.." He let out. He was getting closer and closer to the edge. Frankly, so were you. His pace was at his height, his balls slapping against you as he slammed into you. "I'm going to fucking cum. God, fuck!" Johnny screamed out.

You whined at his feral moans. You couldn't handle it much longer, your dick twitching. You tried to reach your hand down, though it was difficult at the pace you were being pressed into. Having a full orgasm without even touching your cock. You dripped onto the towel. Emptying your load for the second time that night

Knoxville's breath was fast, groans falling from his lips. You could feel the pressure building inside of you. His load dripped out. He held himself in deep. His hands pressed down on your back, arching you high.

You bit down on your lip as your orgasm subsided. He held himself for a few seconds, just catching his breath. He guided himself out, cum dripping from you. The towel was entirely drenched.

Johnny sighed. Squeezing what was left from his tip onto your ass. Incredibly sore you stepped away from the couch. Completely used and exhausted. Johnny smiled, kissing your lips. "You're going to need a major shower. Maybe me too.." He said running a hand through his sweat-drenched hair.

You smiled and nodded. You two cleaned one another up. Scrubbing away at the crust. Washing his hair and making sure it was soft. Cuddling up together if your favorite pair of pajamas. Johnny snuggled into your chest, falling asleep for the night.

I'm alive!! Unfortunately this was very rushed, and I'm not entirely happy with the result. I do apologize for that. I believe it's still readable though haha.

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Bam Margera x fem!reader nsfw

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Lavish car

One of Bam's favorite things to do with you was show you off. Whether it was picking your outfits out, showing you off to the cast, or taking pictures of you.

Bam had recently taken up MySpace and loved sharing pictures of you. Showing his friends and whoever may have stumbled onto his page. He would buy you cute outfits to model for him.

This time around he had picked out some black short, shorts. Along with a skimpy black tank top. Your hair styled and brushed by himself.

He adored that the most. Taking the liberty of making you feel beautiful.

It was a sweet fall day. Bam's car was parked in his driveway, as you leaned over the hood of Lamborghini. Your breasts pressed against the shiny blue hood.

You have a sexy stern face for him, ending up giggling. He snapped a few photos with his flash, giving you a cheesy smile. "God, you're so fucking, sexy baby." He said smacking your ass, making you squeak in response. You got off the hood and opened his passenger door.

Sitting inside you leaned back, giving him some more poses for the camera. He snapped the pictures, telling you different positions he enjoyed.

He eventually sat the camera down. Placing it on the hood of the car. You gave him a questioning look. He stood in front of you. Your legs were parted, facing towards him, legs hanging out the car door.

"What's the matter Bam?" You said leaning forward a small bit. He spoke no words. He grabbed ahold of his belt. Starting to undo it.

Unbuckling it he opened his fly. You watched, confused, but not rejecting whatever idea he may have been thinking.

You of course knew where this would eventually lead. He could never resist a good fuck. Especially in his car or outside in the crisp air. It sent different types of pleasure towards you both.

He shuffled towards you. Still leaving a silence between you. You fully sat up, interested in his silent antics. He grabbed the camera once more. Throwing the strap around his neck, letting it dangle.

A bit odd. Unsure what he may be doing with the camera. Maybe filming the act. The thought of it sent shivers down your spine. He pulled his jeans down a bit, showing his purple boxers.

His bulge was tightly outlined, begging to be touched. He was just inches from your face as you stared straight at his tightened boxers. You leaned in close. Placing soft kisses against it.

Your lipstick leaving kiss marks on his fabric. Showing everywhere that you gave him attention. He hummed in satisfaction. His hands resting at his sides. You paused, looking up at him.

A small smile tugged at his lips. He left out a soft chuckle. "Take it out. Show me some of your sweet love." He said running a hand through your hair. His hand stays at the back of your head. His fingers tangling into your hair.

Not tugging or moving, just gently rested for a few moments. You pulled down his waistband. His incredibly hard cock lay before you. You began to leave soft kisses around his warm cock. Trailing down to leave kisses on his balls. As you went to kiss and please his tip, he flashed a picture.

You paused looking up at him. "Did I say to fucking stop?" He said in a mocking tone. You didn't question him. Continuing your love. Placing kisses in every spot of his length.

He hummed pleased with your work. Running a hand through your hair. His face displaying a small smile.

You finally took him into your mouth. Giving his head a few swift licks. You wasted no more time, dipping his cock into your mouth. His grip on your hair tightened. Letting out a breathy chuckle.

You opened your eyes a moment, pleasantly met with your favorite tattoo of his. The heart gram peeked back at you as his length was stuffed inside.

You worked away at him, at a decent pace. He flashed one more picture while you took him. Looking at a moment before dropping the camera back down on his neck.

He used both hands to force your mouth on him. His hips bucking into your throat. He only did this when he was really ready to cum. His cock slamming into you. He held your head close to him, emptying his load into the back of your throat.

Once he finished he pulled you off. Fixing your hair and tucking it behind your ears. "You look amazing in these photos. I'm going to need some more." He said holding up the camera. You smiled. As you smiled, he flashed a picture. This made you feel warm and wonderful about yourself.

Though not only warm in the face, you were warm and yearning for his friction. Waiting for his next moves. "I want you spread nice and wide on the hood of my car. I'll get those clothes off for you nice and easy." He said pulling the camera off his neck, and setting it on the hood of his car.

The butterflies in your stomach pounded. You had been together awhile by now, yet he still managed to make you feel like it was your first time again.

You stood up, face to face with Bam. Well. More so face to chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist, giving you a warm hug. His hoodie warmed you up quickly. Sighing against his embrace.

Though short-lived, because he began to pull your tank top off. Then your sports bra. It was quite chilly outside, but you didn't mind. It added to the effect. Once you were topless he admired your chest. He helped you shimmy off your pants, then your panties. Completely naked before him.

His admiration made its way to your chest. His decently large hands squeeze and knead at you.

You watch his movements, enjoying any touch you received. Soon enough, he was hiking you onto the hood. Cold against your bare body you nearly shivered.

He dropped his jeans completely now. His eyes fixated on your bare body. You lay somewhat spread, completely vulnerable to whatever he may decide to do. He dropped his boxers down, His half-hard cock hanging before you.

He did not remove his hoodie, so you would have to make do. Hoping you could slide your hands under it. Leaving him with tender scratch marks. Leaving you laying like a piece of meat, he trudged over a few feet. Extending the tripod he had brought outside. You hadn't even noticed until now. He lifted the camera off the hood and pushed it into its place. Adjusting the tripod to face you.

Once he was satisfied with the placement, he hit record. You should've expected him to record an interaction like this one. He would look back on it when he was alone in his hotel room. Mercilessly tugging himself to the sound of your moans.

You flashed a smile, signifying that you saw the camera. He trudged back over. Leaning over you. His hair hung over his face, and as he inched closer to your face, it tickled. He gave you a soft kiss. Then another. Then one last kiss before biting your lip and entering your mouth with his tongue.

Your tongue’s clashing together in desperation. Your chest squeezing against his scruffy hoodie. His arms caged you in. Removing his right arm to guide himself inside of you. He adjusted your position on the hood. Once he was satisfied, he guided himself slowly inside.

You winced a bit. It was never an easy task when he went in dry. The positioning felt awkward, but you knew you would unfold beneath him. Feeling the extra pleasure of being watched by the camera. The idea of him showing you off drove you wild.

After a few slow pumps, the pain was an eventual pleasure. Leaving your mouth agape, his agonizingly slow pace working away at you. His head hung low. The two of you nose to nose. Listening to one another’s desperate noises.

With a sudden change, Bam stood straight. Grabbing at your legs. The arch of the hood made it difficult, but he slid you further back. He spread your legs apart. Holding them on opposite ends Re-entering you. A new sense of pleasure washed over you. He didn't waste a moment

pounding inside of you.

He peered down at you. A twisted facial expression. The faster he went the more groans that escaped his lips. You peered back, mouth agape. Small desperate moans falling from your lips. His pace quickened, and you could no longer hold back.

Screaming in pleasure. “That’s it. Squeal like the little bitch you are. Getting fucked by such a popular man on such an expensive car.” He groaned. Giving a light smack to the face, you winced. It stung, yet felt amazing. He was always extremely dominant when he really got into it. His hair bounced in front of his face. The sound of skin slamming against skin echoed against the trees.

You were tipping the edge, and so was he. His right-hand letting go of your leg and attaching to your throat. His ringed fingers wrapped around you. He squeezed just enough, deafening your moans. “Say my fucking name. Fucking beg me to let you cum.” He said rubbing his fingers against your throat.

Overtaken by pleasure, and lack of air, you somehow managed words out. “Please Bam… Please fucking- Let me cum-” You managed out, little breath. He grinned. “Good fucking bitch.” He hit every spot that made you scream. Enough to stream tears from your eyes. The grip on your legs and throat so incredibly tight.

He groaned, his cock twitching inside. Bursting his load deep inside of you. Feeling yourself fill up, an enormous pressure inside. He didn't let up his pace. Making sure to stay as deep as he could. Emptying himself completely inside of you. He put your leg down and let up on your throat.

He hovered over you entirely breathless. He leaned down and laid soft kisses on your clit and hood. Kissing your thighs, and your stomach. He wiped his tip with his fingers, dipping them into your mouth. You accepted. Taking the salty taste in your mouth.

You were pretty damn cold now. Laying against the hood of his car. Uncomfortable to try and walk. He pulled his boxers up from his ankles, bringing his jeans up as well. Before buttoning his pants he grabbed his camera. “Don’t move baby.” He called to you.

You perked your head up a little confused but obliged. He walked over, spreading your legs apart. He shot a picture of you. Used and disheveled. “Now grab your breasts,” He said taking a small step back to angle his camera. You grabbed a hold of your breasts, pinching your left nipple. He shot the picture, satisfied with a smile.

“Alright now. Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said throwing the camera around his neck. He helped you off the hood of his car. You walked over uncomfortably and picked up your discarded clothes. He grabbed his trip pod and headed back towards the house. Following close behind, you were sparked by seeing the pictures once you were cleaned up.

Believe it or not, fully written out, this took up 15 Google doc pages. This was super fun to write.

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Johnny Knoxville x fem!reader nsfw

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Who's in control?

Compared to your boyfriend, you were rather small. So whenever you tried to take any kind of control, he thought it was adorable but hilarious. 

You picked out your best lingerie for tonight. You were prepared for a rough night. Knowing exactly how you would get on his bad side. The side that wants him to drill you into the bed, leave you screaming and crying. Scratching at him for mercy. 

You slipped into a red thong. Completely see-through lace flowers. Your top was just as skimpy. Covering only the nipples of your breasts. Once you were satisfied with your sexy body, you dropped your old clothes into the laundry basket. 

Forgetting one thing you really wanted to show off, you went back into your bedroom. Slipping on thigh-high red socks. Just below the line of your thong they sat. You fixed yourself in the mirror for a moment. Knowing that later it would be used to Johnny's advantage. 

You stepped out of the bedroom and headed towards the patio door. Johnny sat in one of his favorite chairs on the porch. You slowly slid the patio door open, and he paid no attention. Indulged in the skittering squirrels in the trees. 

He turned his head a moment to greet you, and turned it back towards the trees. Quickly snapping his face back forward to look at you. His eyes followed your entire figure. Eventually locking with your own eyes. 

A wide smirk tugged on his lips. He hummed. "You look absolutely beautiful. What's the occasion?" He said clasping his hands together. You shook your hips, covering your smile with a hand. "Nothinggg.. but I'll be inside waiting." You said with a wink. 

You headed through the glass door as fast as you could squeeze through. Your feet smacked against the wood floor as you ran into the bedroom. You heard the door slide open, and back shut. 

There was a deep pit in your stomach. A little nervous for how he may react to what you had under your sleeve. You heard his heavy steps starting through the halls. Stopping outside the doorway. He untied his shoes and entered the bedroom. 

Seeing you sprawled out on the bed. Once he saw you, he shut the door. Locking it. Why? Who knew. You guys lived alone. Though it gave you a tinge of shock. It turned you on in a way. Once he headed towards you, you stood up. He gave a confused look. 

You pushed him onto the bed, having him land on his behind. He sat silent a moment, a bit perplexed. "What do you think you're doing baby doll?" He said with a light chuckle. 

You gave no response, just a glittery smile. You were going to have your makeup smeared and destroyed sooner or later. You stood before him, your hands on your hips. You leaned down to be set at his eye level. 

Pressing a kiss against his lips and pulling back. Pushing his shoulders into the bed, you laid him flat on his back. Straddling his crotch. Holding his wrists down. You leaned over his face with a smile. You pressed another kiss on his lips. Kissing his cheeks, his neck, trailing down slowly to his collar bone. 

Looking back up at Johnny, he only gave a soft smile. His hands that rested at his sides, grabbing the back of your waist. His fingers wrapping to the front. "Did you really think I'd let you take control sweetie?" He said trailing his hands down. 

Feeling and squeezing at your thighs. You shook your head slowly with a yes. He smiled wider. "You can't even use your words? Your mouth is only in good use when your lips are wrapped around my cock huh?"

He said continuing to trail his hands. Squeezing at your ass. You couldn't muster words. He always left you so quiet. Feeling intimidated by his sexual presence. "Mmm mmm mm... Quiet as I expected. That won't be a problem. I'll get you to open your mouth. You'll be begging for mercy." He said sliding you off of his hips. 

You were rolled onto your side, as he quickly scrambled up, pushing you beneath him. A knee between your legs, he towered over your barely dressed body. "You dolled yourself all up for lil ol me?" He said with a grin. "Don't move." He said scooting back away from you. 

You obeyed and watched as he walked away from the bed. Opening his underwear drawer. He dug through it a moment before he pulled something shiny and fuzzy out. Two. Shiny and fuzzy items. You knew this meant bad news. Walking over, he hung the fluffy handcuffs from his hands. Despite their fluffy appearance, they were quite strong. 

"They match your outfit! A cute little red." He smiled. He was always smiling. You never complained, it was incredibly adorable. "Maybe you'll think twice. Before you even make an attempt at control. You know who has the power." He said crawling back onto the bed. 

He ushered you back, pushing your head onto the soft pillows, resting against the headboard. He cuffed your left wrist to the bedpost, then the right. Leaving your arms opened wide. He scooted back, brushing his hands together as if he had done some good handy work. 

"You don't even have control over yourself sweetheart. I do. You can't even try to touch me, or yourself." He said pushing himself off of the bed. You watched his movements. Silently. "All you can do. Is pathetically watch. Take whatever I give you. Keep your pretty little eyes on me." He said grabbing at his blue flannel. Pulling it off of himself. 

Leaving himself in a white shirt. Pulling that off of himself as well, throwing it to the ground. He made sure your eyes followed him. His eyes drilling holes right through you. 

He grabbed onto his belt, sliding it out of the loop, and out of the prong. Hanging it loose. Once that was finished he undid his pants. Dropping them to the ground. The anticipation was killing you.   

Unable to touch yourself, or even tease him, you simply watched like a hawk. He kept his boxers on. Tightly hugging his bulge. He crawled onto the bed, one more. 

Coming up between your parted legs. He put his rough hands on your shoulders. Placing a soft kiss on your lips. You tried to lean into the kiss. Only bringing a smirk to his lips. As he pressed one kiss after another against your lips. 

When you attempted to deepen the kiss, he moved to kiss your cheeks. Kissing down to your neck. Leaving soft spots all the way down on both sides of your neck. Coming back up to suckle on your neck. 

His teeth dug into your skin. Piercing it while he sucked it. He would leave these marks on you. Then take you onto the set the next day. He wanted everyone to know that you are his, and his only. His love bites trailed from your neck to your collarbone. He would look up at your face from time to time. Hoping to get some kind of reaction out of you. 

You only took what you were receiving. Biting down any noises that may have escaped your lips. He eventually made it down to your breasts. Moving his hands off of your shoulders, he leaned down and kissed the barely covering cloth. Pulling back and squeezing them in his hands. His hands were of course a lot bigger than your breasts. Covering the entire area. 

He sat positioned on his knees. He pulled each of your breasts out the top of the strapless covering. Admiring them and squeezing them. Scooting back, he leaned down and took your right breast in his mouth. Licking at the bud and massaging the left. Biting down your moans, you watched. Bound and vulnerable. He switched breasts. Sucking on the right, and pinching your left nipple. 

Once he was satisfied he moved off of your breasts. Kissing around your stomach, and dipping down to your thighs. Kissing them and spreading them apart. His grip on your thighs were strong. The veins in his hands were prominent. 

He hummed lowly once your legs were spread. Just barely covered. He ran his hands against the red-laced socks. Feeling the material. He was such a tease. Leaving you bound, and just ghosting you with his touch. 

He inspected your lace thong. Admiring the carnations that were sewn at the waist. 

"I've never seen such a beautiful desperate slut." He said bringing a hand between your legs. He moved the thong out of place, inspecting your open crotch. 

Your breath was shakey. You couldn't stop him from doing anything, all you could do was take it. Of course, there was a safe word, but he's always been respectful. You didn't really know what he had in store to torture you. 

He brought a single finger down, feeling around. Pulling it back out and sucking it clean. Looking up to meet your dazed face. "You're soaked. I've barely touched you. Are you that desperate for me honey?" He said squeezing your left thigh. His hand other hand was on your right thigh, spreading your legs as far as he could. He reached his thumb down to your swollen clit. Moving it in small circles. Feeling his stimulation finally, you rutted your hips.

Unable to help yourself, you squirmed a small bit. "Awwh. It's okay sweetie. I'll make you feel good. You better savor it, because I'll be using you for my own needs in no time." He said pressing your thighs against the bed. Holding you in place. You nodded your head silently. Mouth agape. 

His pace on your clit was slow at first, gradually becoming faster and harder to handle. Holding back moans was difficult. Biting through your lip enough to trickle blood. 

You started to become close. Your legs shaking. His fingers were working you out, and it felt unbelievable. Once you nearly hit your orgasm. He pulled his fingers away. Giving you a sly smirk. You whined at the loss of friction. Giving him a frown. 

He slid himself off the bed, tugging at your legs, leaving you flat on your back. Your arms were uncomfortable still in the air. He positioned himself awkwardly, he scooted back onto the bed. Leaning down and licking a stripe from the bottom to the top of your clit. 

"I'm going to have to uncuff you. I want you to sit on my face." He said getting off the bed once more. Your stomach dropped. This had always made you extremely nervous. Even though he enjoyed it every single time. His voice was calm and sultry.

You weren't sure how long that would last. Soon enough having your face slammed into the bed. He undid both the cuffs, Rubbing your sore wrists. You climbed off the bed, and Johnny slid onto it. Laying flat on his back.

Your pussy throbbed painfully. Yearning to feel some kind of pleasure once again. Once he was comfortable on the bed, he ushered you on top. You carefully got onto his chest, waiting for his command.

 "Slide those panties off." He said hooking his fingers in them. Before pulling them right back out. You lifted yourself off his chest, awkwardly managing them off. Sliding them down to your ankles, and kicking them off. 

Once you were bare, you rested on his chest a moment. His hands found your ass. Squeezing it a moment, a steady look in his eyes. "Come on now. Don't be shy." He said pulling at your hips to usher you forward. You always grew nervous when this happened. Afraid you may hurt him, or move the wrong way. 

Though he definitely got something out of the experience. You inched your way up. Eventually lined up with his mouth. Your thighs holding his head in place between your legs. Looking down at him, he drew his tongue out. Giving a quick lick at your clit. 

You watched his movements, mouth agape. Soon enough his tongue was lapping away at you. His breath was warm against your wet pussy. His hands wrapped around you. You couldn't help but moan. Your breaths shallow. His breath hitched as he fucked you with his tongue at a fast rate. His tongue wiggled against your clit, making small circles. Leaning forward occasionally to suck at it. 

You couldn't handle it, eventually nearing your edge. Your juices slicked his chin and lips. Breathlessly you whined out to him. "Johnny- Johnny, please. I'm going to cum.." You managed to spew out. 

Johnny smirked under you. Not breaking his pace. "Cum on my face you pretty little slut. I wanna taste all of you." He said between licks and breaths. Your hands tugged on his hair under you. Your orgasm was out of your control. Convulsing and grinding against his face. 

You felt yourself come completely undone on him. Screaming out his name, his tongue continuing its work. Sucking on your clit. Once you finished, you sat a moment. Attempting to catch your breath. 

You scooted off of his face. A massive smile was displayed on his face. 

He licked his lips with a smirk. "You're amazing." He muttered. You completely climbed off of him. Your legs trembling. "I'm not done with you, sweetie. Trust me." He said climbing off of the bed. He wiped his face clean. Before pressing a kiss against your lips. 

"Come on now. Get on your knees. Right where you stand." You turned your body to face him. Standing next to the bed, you got to your knees. Eyeing his looming bulge in his boxers. Pre-cum spilled all over. 

"Now. Praise my fucking cock like it's the only thing you depend on you dirty fucking slut." He said bringing himself closer to your face. You brought your mouth to the lining of his bulge. Kissing the fabric softly. Kissing up his entire clothed shaft. 

"Who's dick are you so desperate for? Hm?" He questioned, pushing your hair back from your face. "Yours Johnny." You said continuing your kisses. "That's right bitch." He said with a small chuckle. Once he was the one being pleasured he wasn't as friendly. 

He always knew how to give you the perfect mix of degradation and praise. He pulled down the waistband of his boxers. His warm cock was free. Hanging down inches from your face. He slid his boxers all the way down, kicking them off. You waited for his movement to cease. 

Once he was still, you left soft kisses. From his tip, down his shaft. Kissing down his shaft, you reached his balls. Leaving soft kisses. He grabbed both sides of your face, stopping you dead in your tracks. 

"Do not. Move." He said letting go of your face. He lined his cock up with your mouth, pressing against your lips, and pushing it into your mouth. Your lips wrapped around his shaft. 

Wasting no time, he brought a hand to the back of your head, thrusting his hips into your mouth. He bunched some of your hair into his head. His grip was deathly tight. Each pump slammed the back of your throat. You tried your best to swirl your tongue around his shaft.  Tears forming in your eyes. 

Groans spewed from his mouth as he used you. "God fucking. I love fucking your pretty fucking face. You feel so warm around my cock." He breathed out. His thrusts were becoming sloppy. Though he removed himself from your mouth. 

He held your head in place, putting his cock tip against your lips. Resting it there. His mouth agape, breathless. You stayed on your knees. Your eyes locked with his. 

"I'm going to fuck you so good. You won't want anything but my dick ever again." He said running a thumb across your cheek. He let go of your head, reaching a hand out to help you up. 

You knew you were going to be in incredible amounts of pain after this. Your ass would be sore, and you would hardly be able to walk. "Alright now. Get on that bed, and make sure you can see your beautiful face in the mirror." He said standing at the foot of the bed. 

You mentally sighed. Knowing he would eventually force you to see yourself get destroyed. You scooted onto the bed, turning to the side, making sure your face was facing the mirror. 

Laying on your stomach you awaited further command. "Now. Ass in the air sweetie. Hands behind your back." He said grabbing a pair of the handcuffs he had used earlier. He grabbed a pillow, slipping it under your face. 

Your hands rested behind your back, as he cuffed them together. From behind, the bed shifted. You watched in the reflection of the mirror as he crawled behind you. On his knee, he sat just an inch from you. Smacking his cock against your ass. 

He sighed. Grabbing the meat of your ass. Giving it a firm smack. You grunted in pain. 

He smiled. He gave it another smack on the opposite cheek, evoking the same reaction. "Sweet cheeks. Look up." He said tracing the smack prints. You looked up, seeing him smirking behind you. Looking at you through the reflection. Your face was pressed into the pillow, making it hard to hold your head up. 

"Don't look away while I fuck you, or I'll make it even worse." He said his cock pressing inside of you unexpectedly. "I am in fucking control." He said giving a slow pump. His hands pulling on your shoulders. "You're bound in cuffs. Looking all pretty for me. Just to be dominated and fucked by my cock." He said giving another hard thrust. 

You grunted, a bit painful. He began thrusting in a slow rhythm. His fingers digging into your shoulders. His eyes watching your face. Making sure you didn't look away. 

His pace started to quicken, and you attempted to rock your hips against him. Receiving an angry grunt and slap to your ass. The sting only fueling your lust. His hands trailed from your shoulders, wrapping under your stomach. 

His pace quickened. He grunted and let out shallow breaths as he fucked you. Leaving you breathless and watching your own pathetic pleas. He groaned louder and louder.

 His thrusts became progressively more sloppy. He was deep inside, bear hugging you to be as deep as he could go. "I'm going to cum so fucking deep in your pussy baby. Your tight fucking pussy is going to be dripping with MY cum." He grunted. His breath was fast, and he was soon to become undone. 

"I'm going to fucking- cum so fucking deep in you bitch. You're alllll mine." He said spilling himself inside. Pressing himself deeply. You squealed out, feeling yourself be filled rapidly. "Yeeeahh. Good fucking girl. Look at yourself." He said with a massive smile. 

"Look at who fucking owns your pussy." He said leaning down to kiss the shell of your ear. Once he knew his cum had been emptied inside of you, he pulled himself out. His cock soaked. He uncuffed your hands. Climbing off of the bed. 

You rolled yourself over, trying to push yourself off the bed. You were incredibly sore already. You trudged to the bathroom, cleaning yourself up and urinating. 

You came back out, your hair disheveled. He gave a cheesy smile. "Was that too much for you to handle? I hope I didn't hurt you." He said pushing the old sheets off the bed. Going through the drawer for fresh ones. 

"No, I'm alright Johnny. I loved it." You said with a giggle. Finding your tossed-off panties. "You sure I wasn't too rough with you baby? You've got some pretty marks on you." He said getting the blanket set. Climbing into bed fully naked.

"Yess Johnny. I'm okay. I promise." You said getting into bed next to him. "Let's take a nap. Spoon me!" He said flipping onto his side. 

You rolled your eyes. He always wanted to be the small spoon after a really rough session.  

Not entirely happy with how this turned out, but I did my best. lol

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Johnny Knoxville x gn!reader nsfw

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Stuffed.

Johnny was open for everything in your relationship. Pegging? He was a tad bit reluctant.

"Aww.. I don't know puddin. I can only fit about two fingers up there. You want to fit a whole dildo in there?" He said laughing. For some reason he found the whole situation hysterical.

"Please Johnny? I think you'll really enjoy it!" You said bouncing on the couch. He furrowed his brows. Watching whatever cartoon was playing on the television.

He let out a exaggerated sigh. "I guess sooo.." He said turning his head towards you.  You squealed in excitement. Jumping into his lap.

"Hey hey hey c'mon now." He said giggling. You gave him a toothy grin, and dramatically frowned.

"I guess I'm going to know what you feel like after I'm done with you every night." He said clenching his teeth.

You nodded your head. Leaning down to kiss his neck. Your hands wrapped his torso. You left small pecks from his neck up to his scruffy cheeks. Pulling back to admire his smile.

Johnny brushed your hair away from your face. Bringing a hand up to your cheek and kissing your soft lips. He pulled back a moment. Adjusting his glasses.

"May I make a small request sweetheart?" He said rubbing your cheek. You gave a confused look, cocking your head. "What is it?" You said leaning into his touch.

"May I put the strap on you?" He said with the same lustful look in his eyes.

"Of course Johnny. Are you ready?" You said staring back at him. He lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his back. You took that as a valid response.

He walked into the bedroom, bumping you into the corner of the door. He was too clumsy.

He sat you gently onto his bed, admiring you with a toothy smile. "Okay Johnny, sit on the bed." You said getting up and patting it.

He nodded his head and sat in your place. You walked into the closet, grabbing a bag off the shelf. Inside sat a small sized dildo, and a velcro strap.

Your brought it over to Johnny, who sat with his hands clasped.  A goofy grin on his face. You couldn't help but smile. You were just glad he was smiling.

You brought your hips as close as you could. He unbuttoned your jeans with his large fingers. Pulling down the zipper. Sliding the pants down your legs. You stepped out of your pants.

He hooked his fingers into your underwear. Pulling them down and groaning. You stepped out of your underwear. The strap items hanging from your hand.

You handed him the two items, as he assembled it. Slipping the dildo through the strap hole. He brought it around your waist and clipped it. Making sure it was snug on your pelvis. "Damn. Might be bigger then my own?" He said giving you a playful shocked face.

You couldn't help but giggle everytime he spoke. "We can have a sword fight! Or touch tips!" He said undoing the button on his pants.

There was no way he was serious. He managed his pants and boxers off. His cock sat waiting between his legs. He pulled his shirt off, exposing his built chest.

Of course you gawked, even after seeing it so many times. You did the same. He had always admired your chest.

Once you were both completely naked, he stood up. Towering over you. His hard cock hanging between his legs. You backed up a couple inches, confused. He grabbed a hold of his own cock.

Tapping it against the artificial one. "En garde!" He giggled. Wiggling his hips. He was very much serious.. You played along, grabbing a hold of it. You tapped it against his own. Smacking eachother around a bit.

"Alright that's a enough, that hurts a bit" Johnny admitted. Not surprising it would hurt, but you didn't mind. You were anticipating filling his ass.

You grabbed a towel, laying it out on the bed. "Aw c'mon. I'm not going to drool like a dog or something." He muttered standing on one half of the bed.

You just shook your head in response. "Alright Johnny. Get on your knee's baby." You said walking around the bed. Grabbing lube. He watched your movements, then crawled onto the bed.

He moved some pillows around and got comfortable. On his hands and knee's before you he shook his ass. "Guess these squats paid off." He said smugly.

He was such a weirdo. He always had a crack a joke, even at a time like this. His ass stuck straight out. His face pressed into his soft pillows. You crawled into bed on your knee's. You pushed his ass down a bit.

Making sure it was level with your pelvis. Once you were lined up, you squeezed some lube into your hand. Lathering his asshole. Massaging it in, and around his meaty cheeks. He trembled a little bit. The lube was cold, and your hands warm.

Once he was lathered, you lined yourself up. "Okay Johnny. I'm going in. Please let me know if you're uncomfortable, and I'll stop." You said putting the tip against his cheek. "Alright baby doll." He said adjusting his knee's a few inches.

You hummed, pressing yourself painfully slow inside of him. He winced. His hips revolting a bit. You grabbed a hold of his his hips to keep him place. A tight grip, pressing your fingers into his sides.

You managed your way inside, holding it in a moment. "Are you okay baby?" You said rubbing his hips with your fingers.

"Yeah.. you can move.." He said lightly pushing his hips onto you. You pulled yourself back, almost completely out. Before pushing yourself back in. Repeating this process. Eventually picking up pace.

Once you could hear his desperate breaths, you found yourself at a fast pace. Plea's spewing from his mouth. Eventually you were slamming in and out of him at an alarming rate.

Screaming your name, and begging for more. "Please- fuck- you feel so fucking good baby doll.. please don't stop." He groaned out.

You smirked in response. Pulling his hips against you to match your rhythm of pumps. Soon enough he was nearing his edge.

His groans and screams filling the room as you pounded his hole. "C'mon Johnny. Are you going to cum with my dick in your ass?" You coaxed. This sent him over.

Biting down a moan as he came beneath you. His cock twitching and spilling on the towel. He threw himself down, jutting you with him. He attempted to grind his cock against the towel for friction, throwing you out of your rythem.

He cried out as he finished. You pulled out of his ass. Your dildo stained with a bit of blood. You unclipped it from your pelvis, grabbing the items you needed to clean it.

You watched as Johnny attempted to get out of bed, his ass destroyed by you. You giggled. "Can you walk alright?" You said wiping down your toy. He gave you a glare as he walked towards you.

Planting a kiss on your lips. You smiled softly. "Here. Wait a second." He said turning back towards the bed. Before you could question him, he had picked up some of his load with his fingers. Dipping them into your mouth.

"Thought you might wanna taste your own work." He said with a smile. You sucked his fingers clean. The salty load buzzing on your tongue.

You only shook your head, continuing to clean your strap. He rolled the towel off of the bed, and took it to the washer.

Your lower half buzzed, feeling untouched. You would finish yourself later on. Maybe when he was sleeping. You put the strap back into the closet bag, heading over to the bed. "Come cuddle me pumpkin." He said crawling under the covers.

This would end up being more then cuddling, being that you were both naked, and you were very turned on.

You crawled in next to him, pressing your ass against his flaccid cock. He gave you a smirk. Pulling you tight to his chest. "I know you're desperate to feel me aren't you.

Give me a little time, and I'll have cum dripping out of your pretty little ass." He said placing a hand on your stomach.

You shivered. God he had such a sexy way with words.

I see you around alot! It was a pleasure writing for you! :) Hope you enjoy

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Dangerous girl

Johnny finding you was love at first sight. You had worked along side Mat Hoffman. The famous BMX rider. You had quickly made a name for yourself.

Becoming a well known stunt double for BMX riders who liked to shoot for films. You could pull off some amazing tricks. Impressing anyone who came your way.

Of course you caught the eyes of Johnny Knoxville. Seeing your courageous stunts. He immediately wanted to take you to be apart of the Jackass crew.

You could do it all. Dirt bike stunts, BMX stunts. You weren't afraid to get hurt and dirty. Johnny adored this about you. He loved to watch you talk with your doubles.

He would always compliment you from the sidelines as you chat with whoever you filled in for.

As time progressed, Johnny couldn't handle it anymore. He asked you out on a date, and the rest was history. He had landed himself the most badass stunt girl.

You were head over heals for Johnny. Always looking out for one another. Getting so excited when you got the chance to do stunts together. Both of you getting a thrill from the danger.

Eventually you did less stunt doubling, taking on less movies. Pouring your time into Johnny's shooting movie. Jackass the movie.

You were constantly together. You bringing your dirtbike everywhere you could. You both finally had a day off to spend together. Of course you wanted to take him out, have some fun. Though he had other plans. Johnny laid his head in your lap. Looking up at you with a wide smile.

You ran your fingers through his silky hair. Smiling back down at him. You weren't sure why you were smiling. You just loved seeing his adorable face. Giggling. "What are you smiling for you weirdo?" You said caressing his cheek.

Bringing your hands back into his hair. Undoing tiny knots subconsciously. "I just love looking at your sweet cheeks and beautiful eyes doll." Knoxville said widening his smile.

You let out a small laugh. You both were hardly paying attention to whatever was playing on the TV. Indulged in eachother.

He leaned himself up off your knee's, and scooted himself onto your lap. Placing his behind on your thighs now. Sitting on you as if he was a tiny little man.

You didn't mind. He wrapped his arms around you, giving you a soft hug. He kicked his feet up and down like a little child. Pulling his face out of the back of your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your lips.

Before throwing his head back into your shoulder. You loved when he was vulnerable like this. Swaddling him in your lap.

He was like a little baby. In need of desperate attention. He was incredibly warm against you. Nuzzling his face into you. You rubbed his back gently. Eventually putting your hand under the back of his shirt to scratch his back. He smiled against your shoulder. Incredibly content.

He lifted his head from your shoulder to speak. "I love you so so much my sweet girl." He muttered. You sighed. Closing your eyes with a gentle smile.

Moments of peace were ruined. He pulled off your back and faced you. "I'm kinda hungry." He said hopping off of you.

You rolled your eyes following him. He opened the fridge, pulling out a slice of cake. "Seriously PJ? Before dinner?" You snickered. "PJ?" He pouted. "Why not Johnny. Or my sweet handsome boyfriend." He said unwrapping the cake.

"I'm sorrryy. May I have a bite Johnny?" You said leaning over his hip. He brought the fork down to your mouth, giving you a bite. He giggled with a mouth full.

He wrapped the cake back up and stuck it in to the fridge. He picked you up by your waist, throwing you over his shoulder with ease. "Seriously Johnny! Stop it! What are you doing?" You said tapping his back with your hands.

He didn't mutter a word. Throwing you onto the bed. He loomed over you a moment. Before attacking you, ticking your stomach. "Johnny quit it!!" You giggled kicking around.

You grabbed his shoulders to try and push him off, ending with you on top of him. Smiling in defeat. He gave you a toothy grin. Knowing what he did. He grabbed a hold of your hips, pulling you over his pelvis. He rut his hips up, bouncing you a moment. You stared at him squinting your eyes. Pretending to be annoyed.

"Will you ride me like you road that dirt bike yesterday?" He said raising an eyebrow. "You looked so sexy jumping that hill. The way your hips slam back down on that seat. Had to take a breather watching you out there." He laughed.

You blushed. You always blushed when he spoke about you. He could so easily make you puddy in his fingers. "Mmmm.. maybeee." You said pushing your hips against him. Sparking your core. His rather large hands rested on your hips.

He let out a shakey breath. Before snapping his hips into you. His clothed hard cock hitting your shorts. You pressed your own hips down to grind against him. He took this as a note to continue his soft bouncing.

You slid yourself against him, as he bounced you. His hands guiding your hips. Both of you not speaking a word. Small breaths escaping.

"Come on now baby. You're being a tease." He said deepening the grip on your hips. "You think this is teasing?" You said smirking. Grabbing the bottom of your shirt. You pulled it up over your head, your breasts freed. You didn't care to wear a bra when you were home.

His eyes widened. As you brought your hands up to your chest. Pinching your own nipples. You smiled wide as he grinded his hips into yours. You got pleasure out of teasing him. Not letting him take his hands off of your hips as you played with yourself.

"Dawwhh.. that's no fair!" He said pouting. You were growing impatient yourself. "I'm all yours Johnny." Those words were your worst mistake. Immediately sliding you off of him, flipping you down onto the bed.

He immediately attacked your lips. His hands on your naked torso. Squeezing onto your breasts. A knee between your parted legs. The other on the other half of your leg.

His breaths were already heavy. Your tongues attacking one and others mouths. He pulled his own shirt off. Leaning down to press his chest against yours. The warmth of his body filling the gap. You let out a soft moan into his mouth, biting down onto his lip.

"Johnny. Please." You said reaching your hand down to his buttons. Usually you would last longer, wait for his fingers to fill you. Yet you were desperate. You wanted him immediately. "Please what doll?" He said leaning over you. You laid in silence. Hoping he would just pursue you.

"Come on now sweetheart. Use your words for Johnny." He said kissing your lips and pulling back.

You shivered. The way he made you feel was unmatchable. "Will you please fuck me Johnny." You said quietly. "Hm? You want me to fuck you? I want your pretty little pussy to ride my dick." He said lowering his tone. "Is that what you want baby?"

You nodded your head silently. He grabbed a hold of your chin. "Is that what you want?" He said leaning closer to your face. You managed to squeak out a yes. He smiled with satisfaction.

"Good girl." He said sliding off of you. He quickly stood at the foot of the bed. Pulling his button out of his jeans. Unzipping the fly, and stepping out of them.

You did the same, sliding off the side of the bed, and dropping your shorts to the floor. Pulling your underwear off and dropping them. You looked over, he was completely naked. He gave you a smirk.

He laid back on the bed, propping pillows under himself. Opening his legs and straightening them. Giving himself a slow pump. His face smug. He beckoned you forward. You grabbed the lube on the bed side table. Squeezing a bit into your hand.

You didn't need much. Being completely soaked and ready. You wrapped your hand around his length. Lathering it with the lube. Before setting the bottle back on the night stand.

All to be heard in the room were eachothers soft breaths. You inched forward, as you lined yourself up with his swollen cock. He watched intently.

You lowered yourself onto him, feeling his cock slowly infiltrate your tight walls. You winced, and he held his hands on your hips. Helping you guide yourself down. "Sh sh sh shh.. I've got you sweetheart. Let me know if it hurts too much." He said guiding you down all the way in. Once you reached the base of his cock, you sat their a moment.

Trying to adjust to his length. Before rocking your hips a bit. Lifting them up and crashing them slowly back down. You were a bit uncomfortable the way it was positioned, but managed through it. Your legs on either sides of his.

Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders. His face buried into your chest. Once you became more accommodated to his size, you began to rock you hips faster. As you picked up your pace, he looked up at you. 

You looked down, mouth agape. He gave a small laugh. "God you look so fucking good on me. Keep riding me baby. I'm not going to last long like this." He said using your hips. He stopped you from bouncing on your on accord.

Bouncing your body on his pelvis. His cock repeatedly hitting your core. Soon enough his hips were bucking in you, matching your bouncing. This sent you over the edge. Screaming for mercy. Your body shook as you squeezed his cock. Your walls pulsing around him.

"God fucking damn. Already cumming? Does my dick feel that good in you sweetheart?" He said taking your left nipple into his mouth. His other hand going from your waist to your right breast.

You let out incoherent drabbles and moans as he slammed in and out of you. His tongue flicked around it, sucking on your ring.

Soon enough his hands were back on your hips. Pushing you all the way down on his cock. Holding you still, he overestimulated you. His cock slammed inside of you at a terrifying pace. Your nails digging into his shoulders.

Your pussy was screaming for peace as it was destroyed. His thrusts becoming sloppy as he groaned. "God fuck- I'm going to cum so fucking- deep- inside of you baby. You're going to take my entire fucking load baby doll." He grunted.

You couldn't speak a word, only struggled moans. As you felt your insides fill with cemen. Giving you a massive cream pie, his cock filled the void of sound with wet slurps. As he slowed his pace, he helped you off his cock. A complete mess of cemen and your juices. You both panting, completely exhausted.

Once you were off of him, you laid on the small half of the bed. Your insides dripping and throbbing. He stood up from the bed, stretching. "Don't worry sweetie, I'll clean ya up." He said reaching a hand out to lift you up.

You stood to your feet, legs quivering. "Let's getcha some clothes for a shower hm?" He said opening your drawer. Pulling out some comfortable pajamas. You both would end up watching movies the rest of the day.  Leading you to the shower.

Not occupied with the mess of himself, he washed your body with a soapy rag. Being sure to wash your legs. Of course he snuck in some kisses when he could.

Once you were both washed up you headed to the couch. He threw himself between your legs on the couch. Laying down on your chest.

You ran your hands through his wet hair, combing it. You were so incredibly intent. Feeling not only filled to the max, but full of love.

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Beautiful baby boy

Your eyes scanned the test in your hand. Glowing. In your hand rested the stick. Two lines insinuating that you were pregnant.

Johnny and you had been planning to have a baby for almost a year now. Telling all of your friends that you would be soon carrying a child.

It felt like a dream as you stepped out of the bathroom. Johnny stood outside the door, biting at his nails. "Well??" He said cocking a eyebrow. You shoved the stick into his hand and he squinted.

Once he realized he squealed in excitement. "We're going to have a baby honey!! We're having a kid!!" He shouted beyond giddy. You were both a bit young. Early thirties. Though it was still the greatest news you had ever laid eyes on.

He pulled you into a hug, spinning you around. He pulled you back, and showered you in soft kisses. Kissing your lips and neck. You giggled. He let go of you practically jumping around the room.

"We have to go shopping! And tell everyone! And an-" He said all without taking a breath. "PJ calm down a little." You giggled. "I'm only a couple weeks." You said looking down at your stomach. It was going to be quite the interesting time.

You would likely need to get another pregnancy test, but you were almost completely positive you were pregnant. He smiled brightly. Picking up the phone to dial all of his friends to break the news.

Being that he was filming for his TV show Jackass, you went to the doctors by yourself alot of the time. Though he was there for the first ultrasound. He was there for the important appointments. Always by your side to comfort you. Soon enough you found out you two were having a little boy.

He wanted a girl, but he loved a boy just as much. You two picked a name together, and left the appointment. Picking out clothes for him, a crib, all the baby essentials. Everywhere you two went, PJ held your hand.

Once the nursery was set up, you both stood back with smiles. "I love you so much doll. I can't wait to see our little boy. I be he'll look as handsome as me!" He joked. You giggled and rolled your eyes.

As time went on, your date pushed closer. PJ had thrown you a surprise baby shower. Inviting yours and his family. Including all of best friends from the Jackass crew. You did sweet games with the guys, getting plenty of supplies for your up coming baby boy.

When the time finally came for his delivery. It was a cold October morning. Your water broke right before he had left to go film. He rushed you to the hospital. Sitting through all of your intense labor pain.

October 13th, your sweet baby boy was born. The beautiful eyes of your boyfriend's. You held him awhile. Admiring the hair he already had on his head. Swaddled in a blue blanket, with a duck hat on top. PJ looked at his son in awe.

He eventually was handed the baby, carefully bringing him to his chest. He smiled wide. You didn't think you had ever seen him so happy. The baby was sound asleep. He cried tears of joy looking at your beautiful child.

He had waited for so long. So extremely antsy. There for his little kicks, and rubbing your belly.

As the years passed by. PJ spent all the time he could with you and his son. Singing him songs, reading him bed time stories. Playing with him, even occasionally bringing him on set with you to show off the little man.

He dressed just like his father. Little chucks, a baby flannel and jeans. He was a giddy baby boy.

As he got older and older, speaking his first words. He loved all of his uncles. He would get extremely excited when PJ would make silly little faces for him. Or pretend to trip over.

You couldn't be in more love then you were watching them be together. He always attended the baby when you were tired, and was an angel of a father.

By the time he was six, he was already going out with his dad. Doing his own "stunts". Like swinging on the swing with his dad, or jumping on the trampoline. Doing silly things with his uncles. And occasionally spending some time with his grandparents.

He had a real soft spot for Bam, Bam having the same soft spot for him. He called Bam, Bam Bam. And he absolutely adored it.

He tried to teach him to skate on a little board, though he always seem to fall. You could never ask for more. Your baby boy was perfect, and so was your loving soon to be husband.

This is honestly pretty short, and not my best. I do apologize for that, but I may rewrite it a bit differently at some point. :)

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Hushed.

Shivers were shared throughout the van. It was a cold day in mid December. Everyone huddled into a small van that Tremaine drove. They were all on a long ass road trip to god knows where.

You were one of editors for the Jackass films. Being fairly new to the team. You took a immediate fondness for "Johnny Knoxville". Fucking on the first night you two met. Of course you two quickly became partners.

Fucking with eachother on and off set. Tremaine wasn't tremendously happy, being that he got you off track from your work. Though you still what you needed done.

You were all on a trip from California, all the way down to Pennsylvania. Why you didn't take an airplane was past you. Maybe it was cheaper? Who knew. You had no idea what state you were in, but you knew it was damn cold.

Driving had been going on too long, and you felt cramped. None of you really wearing seatbelts. You were all haphazardly just sitting in a massive white van.

Everyone was occupied. Either sleeping, reading a magazine, chatting among eachother, listening to music. The list went on.

You were wedged in with PJ and Steve-o. Everyone was really wedged in, but some had small spaces between eachother. Johnny was laid against the caging of the white van. His side pressed against the wall of the van.

You sat next to him. Your hand clasped with his under the blanket you shared. Next to you a couple feet apart was Steve-o. He was indulged in a book, listening to music. A blanket wrapped around his back.

Tremaine and Spike would take turns driving, letting more cold air into the van everytime they switched. It was some odd hour of the night. The only light peering in being lights from the highway. Most of the guys had fallen asleep. Though Steve-o and a few others stayed awake doing their own personal tasks.

Johnny sat snuggled into your left shoulder. You unclasped your hand and placed it on top of his thigh. You rubbed small circles on his leg. His arm draped over your right shoulder.

You closed your eyes. Waiting for your own mind to drift off to sleep. Though, Johnny had something else in mind. His left hand that rested under the blanket, inched over to yours that rested on his leg. He gave a small swipe of your hand with his thumb. Before picking it up.

He gently moved it, placing it on his tented pants. You could feel your lower half spark. Just by this alone. He didn't move his head, nor make a word. You took his obvious hint.

Rubbing your hand against his clothed buldge. Grasping it with your fingers. Motioning your hand up and down. You could hear his shifting breathing in your ear.

Steve-o gave you both side glares on the occasion. Noticing the motion under the blanket. He couldn't even be bothered. He puffed the blanket out a bit more with his free hand. Making an attempt to hide the motion.

He grabbed a hold of the button to his jeans, and tugged it free. Trying to slide his zippers down quietly. You moved your hand out of the way. Once his pants were undone, you squeezed your hand inside. You tried to get a decent grasp on him. Though it was extremely difficult in the position he was in.

He had definitely started to push the limits. He lifted himself up, and slid down his jeans a small bit. "My ass hurts from sitting so long." He muttered. He only said this to make it look less suspicious. Though Steve-o wasn't buying it. Only Bam and Ryan were sleeping now. Everyone else doing whatever they desired to pass time. The two men snuggled together sleeping.

If the guys caught wind of the activity, you two would never hear the end of it. Once his pants were inched down just a bit, you were able to get a better grip. He adjusted himself, sticking his swollen cock straight up.

You rubbed his length between your fingers. He took his arm off your shoulder. Bringing it down to your thigh. His long calloused fingers gripping it tightly. Snaking his hand to your inner thigh.

His fingers rested inches from the spilling heat of your body. He rubbed his finger up and down your inner thigh. Applying as much pressure as he could.

You nearly squirmed under his touch, but did not want to move. You quickened your pace on his closed buldge. Not worried if he came in his own boxers.

His breathing hitched in your ear. Small soft groans and breaths being released. You were at your quickest pace. Stroking him vigorously through his boxers.

You kept your eyes closed. Trying to make it look like you were just rubbing his leg. The blanket did most of the covering. You hoped Johnny's eyes were shut too. At least trying to hide the fact that he was being pleasured in front of all of his friends.

He bit down a moan, as he spilled into his tight boxers. The liquid spreading from his tip, wetting his boxers. You didn't stop touching him. Nearing him to beg you to stop. The feeling beyond pleasurable. As you finished your last stroke. His boxers were hot and soaked. Becoming immediately sticky.

It would be no fun cleaning them up. Especially trying to peel them off. He sighed into your ear. Assuming he didn't really want to cum into his only pair of boxers he would be wearing the next few hours.

Dave glanced over at you with a sneer. Steve-o giving you both side eyes. Was it too obvious? Hopefully not.

Johnny stayed snuggled in the crook of your shoulder. Drifting off to sleep with his pants still inched down. Steve-o turned his head, whispering in your ear. "That was real hot. Could I be next?" He said with a strained giggle.

Your face went pale. "Dude shut the fuck up." You whispered to him. "Sorry babe, just looked like Johnny was REALLY enjoying that handy work of yours." He said putting his earbuds back in, finishing with a small laugh. You just sighed.

He was definitely going to get a earful tomorrow from the guys.

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This was such a treat to write. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. ;)<3

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Good puppy.

Working on a Jackass set was hard work. Dirty, and very damaging towards your body. Being that THE Johnny Knoxville was your boyfriend. It came with alot of dirt and bruises.

Today he was out with his guys recording some bits for their newest installment, Jackass 3D. He had been extremely excited for one bit specifically.

Roller Buffalo. He had the idea stuck in his head for weeks. A pair of roller states in a Buffalo ring with a silly little dance. Only to be rammed by an angry Buffalo.

You didn't really enjoy the idea of PJ getting rammed by a Buffalo, but he was really stuck on the idea. Once he had it, there was no changing his mind.

He sang you the goofy song for it before he left this morning. Catching yourself humming it throughout the day.

You sat around most of the day. Bored. Walking around the house, watching television. Petting the cat you shared.

Gradually losing your clothes throughout the house. Leaving you in a small shirt and your panties.

Hours went by awaiting your boyfriend's return. Finally, at some odd hour of the evening you heard the keys in the door. Jangling and turning it open.

You immediately jumped up from the couch to greet your boyfriend. He walked through the door, a complete mess. His pink cardigan filthy with mud.

His blue under shirt tore up, and his white undershirt most likey being completely beaten. He surely wore to many layers of clothes.

He flashed a cheesey smile when he saw you. "Good evening doll." He said leaning down to kiss you. You giggled and leaned into his kiss.

He dropped his dirty rollerskates onto the floor matt and kicked off his Converse. He headed towards the white silk couch, but you stopped him dead in his tracks.

"You need a shower PJ, you're going to get the couch all muddy." You said a firm hand on his chest. He was a bit taller then you, looking down at you. He nodded his head in defeat.

"I'll go get you some pajamas, go ahead and start the shower." You said splitting from him. You walked in your bedroom, opening one of the various drawers. Grabbing him a pair of boxers and a pair of fleece pajama pants.

He didn't normally wear pants, but it was October, and he got a little chilly throughout the night. You grabbed yourself a small shirt and matching fleece pants. Along with a fresh pair of panties.

You walked back out of the bedroom, leaning down to pet the black cat along the way. Entering the bathroom, the water was already running.

Johnny stood undoing his button down shirt. He gave you a warm smile, before continuing his unbuttoning. You sat the clothes down on top of the sink, pulling your shirt off. You unclipped your bra, and slid down your panties. Discarding them into the small basket.

Being completely naked, Johnny looked you up and down. Giving a smirk. "Damn. I'll never get used to how fucking sexy you look." He said pulling off his white under shirt.

Revealing purple and black bruises littered all over his chest and stomach. He looked down and sighed.

"PJ! Jesus! You need to be more careful. I don't want you in the hospital again." You said with furrowed brows. He shrugged. "I'm alright sweetie. Just a few bruises." He said softly. You stepped past him, and slid open the glass shower door.

He finished undoing his belt, unbuttoning his black jeans, and slipped his pants and boxers off. He joined you, stepping in the warm water. You scanned his body, frowning at how battered he was.

Watching the mud caked on his body slide off under the water. He closed his eyes, running his hair under the water. You smiled watching him. He always looked so amazing.

He stepped out of the water, motioning you under. You stepped under the stream of water, and started to soak your hair. You shampooed and conditioned your hair. He watched your body movements. The way you brought your arms up to rinse your hair. He was entranced.

Opening your eyes to see him staring directly at you. You gave a sweet smile. You stepped back out of the water and grabbed a wash rag. Lathering it in your own soap. You weren't going to allow him to use 3in1. At least not when you were around.

You squeezed the mango scented body wash onto the rag, and scrubbed it together. Making the bubbles prominent. He turned his back to you, washing off whatever excess dirt was left. You went from his back, all the way down to his legs.

Scrubbing deeply to make sure he was good smelling and clean. He turned towards you, and you couldn't help but smile when you cleaned his chest. The way he looked down on you always made you feel warm and fuzzy.

You kept a small distance between your bodies, not trying to provoke his lower half. Though that never seemed to work. You cleaned his swole arms, and around his pelvis. Still ignoring the rather average body part.

Cleaning his thighs and down to his ankles. "Thank you sweetheart. You treat me too well." He said giving you a kiss on the forehead. You once again switched spots in the water. Though when you turned your back, awaiting your turn to be washed.

He did nothing of the sort. Instead grabbing onto your waist, and pulling you close. Feeling his now, of course, hard cock press against your back.

"PJ come on." You groaned. You always protested, even though you would absolutely beg for this kind of attention. You loved it, and denying it only made him want to give it to you more. He brought his face down to your ear. Hearing his soft breathes.

"You know you drive me crazy doll. You look so god damn sexy when you're all wet. You would look even more sexy matching the bruises on my body." He whispered into your ear.

You could've died right then and there. Your knee's could buckle and completely drop you to the ground.

He bit down on your shoulder, sucking on your soft skin. You let out a quick moan from the sensation. His love bites left you bruised for weeks. He lifted his mouth off your shoulder, and bit down on your neck. Again suckling on your skin. He rut his hips against you, his cock sliding against your back. His fingers were tight enough to leave bruises on your hips.

Dragging his lanky fingers and hands around your entire waist. He pressed harder each time he moved. Continuing to leave marks all over your neck and shoulder.

He turned you around and pressed you against the cold tile. Inches from his face, he gave you a stern look. His eyes locked with yours.

"I wish you could see how pathetic you look. Being marked by me. Everyone will know how much you love being destroyed by me." He said attacking your neck once more. His arms wrapped around your figure. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders. You tried to press yourself farther back to squirm, but you were cornered. His warm body pressing into yours. When you attempted to squirm, his grip only tightened on you. 

He trailed his bites from your neck and shoulders, down to your breasts. You were a breathless mess. Your legs trembling as he left semi painful, semi pleasure bites.

He pulled away for a moment, admiring the marks he left on you. You looked at his body, mentally noting every bruise he received. Wanting to sigh, but he came back. Attacking your lips.

You fought back, as his tongue slipped in. Both of you scratching and grasping at whatever you could touch. Every moment together was desperate. He reached a hand in between you two, the pad of his fingers finding your clit. Rubbing circles into your clit.

You moaned into his mouth, your legs attempting to spread. He moved his fingers from your clit, to your hole. Inserting a finger and curling. Lewd noises breaking free from your mouth. Once you adjusted, he entered a second finger. Skillfully curling them inside, pumping them. He broke from the kiss.

Admiring your breathless face. "Does that feel good baby? Do you like how my fingers feel inside of you?" He said in a gruffy tone. You managed to spill out a yes, and he sped up.

"You're so god damn wet. You're soaking my hand. I know how desperate you were to feel me inside of you. Even if it's just my fingers." He said using his free hand to press against the tile wall. Using that as stability, to go as deep as he could.

Your eyes were squeezed closed, fighting back spasming and orgasming on his fingers. "Open your eyes sweetie. I want to see how desperate and pathetic you look." He said with a toothy grin. You opened your eyes. His face inches from yours.

The lust in his eyes gleamed prominent. All you could do was gasp and nearly scream. Air was difficult to take in. "P-PJ I'm close! Please!" You begged. You never seemed to remember what begging had done.

He gave a smug smile, and sped up his pace. Feeling you shake on his fingers. He abruptly pulled them free, holding his fingers at his side. You gasped and twitched at the new found emptiness.

"You don't get to cum yet. You'll come when I'm ready for you to cum." He said sliding his fingers into his mouth. Sucking at whatever juice you soaked him with.

He got down to his knee's, trying to avoid the water from the still running shower head. He gripped your waist, trailing his fingers down to your thighs. Pressing them deep. He lowered his head down, latching onto your clit.

He flicked his tongue around you, and sucked on what he could get. The sensation like no other. Your thighs trembled and he tightened his ultimately tight grip. You were going to be beyond bruised and sore. You screamed his name, begging for him. He pulled away and was brought back up to your face. "Oh please Johnny! Please eat my desperate tight pussy. You feel so good!" He mocked with a smile.

The way he could belittle and praise you drove you insane. You couldn't even muster a response to his mocking. Just a nervous smile, your face red. Even after being together for so long, he could make you crumble.

"You're such a cutie. I can't wait to destroy you." He said giving you a peck on the lips. He could say the most vile things to you, and you would find it adorable.

"Now. Turn around." He said swirling his finger. You obliged silently and turned around. "Good puppy. Now lean down and arch that back." He said as if he was teaching you something. You again obliged, leaning your face down. You put your hands out on either side of the tiles.

Pushing yourself back a bit, you arched yourself. Ass somewhat in the air. You waited for his neck command.

"Such a good girl." He said grabbing a hold of your ass. Squeezing it tight in his hand. "Now. Spread your legs nice and wide for me." He said letting go of your ass. You spread your legs apart. Trying not to slip in the wet tub.

"Atta girl. I love a good girl who knows her commands. Good girls get a niceeee treat." He said placing a firm hand on your shoulder. His hand took up your entire shoulder. His fingers gripped tightly. You knew what was coming. Bracing yourself. His right hand led his swollen cock inside.

He slowly led himself inside. The feeling of him pressing inside of you, starting you up all over again. Once he was inside, he wasted no time. Immediately giving slow pumps. You were letting out slow breaths. Adjusting at the pace he was moving.

"Are you okay sweetie? Is this alright?" He said rocking his hips inside of you. You didn't respond for a moment. Unable to form words. "C'mon now sweet. Use your words please." He coaxed.

"Yes PJ. Please go faster." You said your hands slipping a bit on the tile. Trying to hold yourself up. He immediately took that as his chance to completely pound into you. Immediately making you gasp in pleasure. His left hand on your shoulder, the right squeezing into your waste.

The sound of skin slapping was echoed throughout the shower. Breathless groaning and moaning.

"God your pussy is so fucking tight around me baby. I can feel the way you want me. Desperate to feel my warm cum inside." He said picking his pace up. You moaned in response, pushing your own hips towards him.

His pace was killing you. Your gut building up it's walls, to be torn down. He was starting to slowly get sloppy. He was already getting close. He removed his left hand from your shoulder, and grabbed a hold on your hair. Tugging your head back. Your mouth agape. Screaming out his name. "That's it baby. Scream my fucking name. You're such a fucking slut for my cock aren't you?" He said giving your hair a tug.

Pulling your head back painfully far. "Yes PJ! I'm such a fucking slut for your...for your fucking cock!" You moaned out. He let out a deep laugh.

"PJ please. I'm going to cum. Please let me cum." You plead. You can feel yourself nearly falling apart.

"You wanna cum now? Hm?" He said nearly at his end. Cum on my fucking cock then baby." He said putting both hands on your waist. Digging his nails.

You fell apart right beneath him. Screaming and spasming. A orgasm washing over you, it felt as if the world went dark. You could hear Johnny's praising and cursing behind you. Unable to pay attention. Your body shook violently. Your entire body feeling of static.

Soon enough you felt the hot feeling of his cemen being shot inside of you. His groans of pleasure echoing throughout the walls. Once he had finished inside of you. He kept himself planted inside. Catching his breathe.

He pulled out from you, feeling yourself incredibly sore. Cemen dripping from your used body. You got out of your back aching position. Throwing yourself under the water.

"Are you going to wash me nowww PJ?" You smiled. He was still catching breathe. Completely worn. He shot a smile back.

"Of course baby." He said grabbing the same wash rag previously used. You were going to have a splendid time trying to urinate after the shower. Incredibly sore.