#jackass 2

Move to a new city alone and you discover how long it takes for a place to feel populated by anyone who knows you. The first months are an exercise in talking to no one in particular. It is in precisely this stretch, observers of the AI companion trend have noticed, that people start experimenting, and increasingly they land on SweetDream.

The reason is not hard to find once you spend time on sweetdream.ai. The character creation is unusually deep, letting you craft a companion's appearance, personality, voice and history until it feels like a specific someone rather than a template. The conversation is the part that lingers, though. It is natural, emotionally attuned, and it holds onto context, so the relationship accumulates rather than resetting every time you open the app.

PLAYBOY

Johnny Knoxville x Fem!Playmate!reader

Warnings: male masturbation, degradation, unprotected p in v sex (don’t do it!), fingering, breeding kink, lmk if I missed anything

You slump through the front door, practically tossing your purse onto the kitchen island. Being a model for Playboy was your dream job, but it was surprisingly tiring.

By the time you made your way to yours and Johnny’s shared bedroom your heels were discarded by the front door, hair that was once in a perfectly styled updo now falling messily by your shoulders.

When you approached the door you heard a noise, one that you were all too familiar with. Johnny’s whines and whimpers invaded your ears, causing a small pool of heat to form in your stomach.

You can see through the crack of the door that he’s stroking himself, holding up last months issue of Playboy magazine. You smirked to yourself, opening up the door.

He turned to you, eyes growing wide as he frantically tried to toss the magazine under the bed, pulling his pants up.

“Honey..” you coo teasingly, “you’re not fooling me, I saw everything.” He let out a defeated sigh. “It’s just, you were away all day and..” he tried to reason. You leaned down, picking up the magazine, seeing that it was turned to a page with you on it.

You picked it up, turning it to wear he could see. “is that what you like sweetheart..? You like it when I dress up all pretty hm?” He nods shyly. “Yeah..”

”On the bed.” You command, and he does just that, laying back on the fluffy comforter. You crawl on top of him, toying with the button of his pants, unzipping them slowly. “You’re such a little slut y’know that, touching your little cock to my photos..”

He whimpered softly. He loved when you degraded him, making fun of the size of his dick. When you finally got his pants off, you tugged on his boxers. His cock sprung out, already hard and leaking. Then touched his shirt lightly, “Off.” You order, and he yanked his shirt over his head.

“Look at you Johnny..” you purr. “This worked up, all for little old me..?” That’s when you begin tugging your own clothes off, tossing them carelessly on the floor.

You yourself up to him, sinking down tantalizingly slow. He throws his head back against the pillow, eyes rolling back in his head, “Good boy..” you praise, “Maybe your dick isn’t so useless after all.”

Then you start moving, hips rocking teasingly slow as his own thrust forward instinctively, causing you to throw your head back in pleasure.

You begin to pick up the pace, eliciting a pornographic moan from Johnny. He always had the sweetest noises You begin to bounce. He takes one of your tits in his hand, groping it.

”Can I cum inside.. please..?” He mewls, and all you can do is nod. He lets go, his sweet release painting your pussy white. It’s only a moment before he flips you over, fingers finding your hole, pumping the cum back inside.

“Gotta make sure none leaks out… you know I’ve been wantin’ a baby..” He drawls, his Tennessee accent making you melt. “Mhm..” you hum softly, “You still gonna let me do this when I’m all round n’ pregnant.”

“oh darlin’ we’ll be goin’ at it every night.. I can barely wait..”