Do you think you can write a story where the female reader is dating one of the jackass guys and the female reader has a little kink for hands and one of the jackass guys doesn’t notice it until one day during a stunt he notices how the female reader pays a little closer attention to his hands so he decides to confront her then TURNS INTO SMUT😛
IM SORRY THIS IS BAD I TRIED! i made this like they're sort of flirts instead of dating, hope that's okay!!
The first thing you notice when Johnny walks into any room is his hands. You’ve known him long enough to see them in action—the way they grip the railing, the flick of his fingers as he gestures, even the subtle calluses from years of stunts. It’s not just admiration; it’s a little thrill that runs through you every time your eyes drift down to them. You catch yourself tracing the shape in your mind when he isn’t looking, imagining how strong they must feel wrapped around yours.
“Hey, you hiding over here?” Johnny’s voice breaks you out of your reverie. He’s grinning like he knows exactly what you’re thinking, and for a second, you freeze.
“Uh, no… just checking out the set,” you mumble, trying to sound casual.
He leans against the railing beside you, and your heart skips. There’s something magnetic about him, the way he carries that reckless energy, like he’s always on the edge of chaos but somehow still in control. You glance down at his hands again—knuckles slightly scraped, veins prominent from gripping the stunt gear—and you can’t stop yourself from imagining them on you, moving with that effortless strength.
Johnny notices your gaze. “You staring at my hands again?” he teases, nudging you lightly with his elbow.
You flush but don’t look away. “Maybe,” you admit softly, the word barely audible.
He laughs, low and rumbling, and it makes your stomach flip. “You’re such a freak,” he says, shaking his head. Then his fingers brush yours accidentally as he passes you a roll of tape, and the spark is immediate, electric. You feel it from your fingertips all the way up your spine.
The day on set moves in its usual chaotic rhythm. Cameras whir, crew members shout directions, and Johnny moves through it all with that unshakable energy that draws everyone’s attention. You stick close, pretending to help with props or handing him water, but really, you’re watching his hands, how they grip the pole before a stunt, the way he adjusts his gloves, the casual flick of a wrist as he jokes with someone.
Every small touch sets your nerves alight. When he laughs and slaps your hand lightly in a playful reprimand for holding a prop wrong, you can feel the heat pooling low in your stomach. You bite your lip to keep from reacting too obviously, but it’s hard when every motion, every glance from him, seems to tease something deeper inside you.
During a break, he sits beside you on a crate, stretching his legs out lazily. You can’t resist letting your eyes linger on his hands as they rest on his knees, fingers curling slightly. He notices, of course. Johnny always notices.
“You like looking at these, don’t you?” he asks softly, tilting his hand so you can see the knuckles and scars more clearly. The teasing in his tone makes your pulse quicken.
“I… maybe,” you whisper, trying to sound casual but failing.
He grins, leaning closer, letting his hand hover near yours, just close enough to make your skin tingle. “You’re impossible,” he murmurs, and you can feel it—not just the thrill of his proximity, but the slow, simmering heat that builds whenever his hands are near yours.
As the crew calls everyone back to set, he grabs your hand, squeezing it briefly before letting go. The touch is fleeting, but it lingers in your mind like fire. All day, you catch yourself sneaking glances, imagining those strong, familiar hands tracing over you when no one is looking.
By the end of the shoot, your thoughts are entirely consumed by him. His hands. How they move, how they feel, and the way he seems to know exactly how much to tease without crossing the line—except in your imagination, where the line doesn’t exist.
You catch him watching you as you walk back to the trailer. His eyes glint with mischief, and you know he’s already aware of the effect he has on you. A small, private thrill rushes through you at the thought. One day soon, you’re pretty sure he’ll do more than just tease. And just the idea makes your pulse race as you picture what might happen when those hands finally get your full attention.
The next morning you’re back on set, and it’s the same chaos you’ve come to expect—props scattered, cameras being adjusted, everyone buzzing with energy. Johnny’s already in the middle of it all, cracking jokes, hyping everyone up, that familiar reckless smile plastered across his face.
You try to focus on the stunt board in your hands, but your eyes betray you the second you see him pulling on his gloves. The leather creaks under the strength of his grip, and the veins along his forearms stand out as he flexes his hands, stretching them before another wild idea takes shape.
You swallow hard.
Johnny catches you. Of course he does. His dark sunglasses slide down just enough for you to see the smirk tugging at his lips.
“You’re not even pretending to hide it anymore,” he calls out, loud enough for a couple of crew members to glance over in confusion.
Heat rushes to your cheeks. “Shut up,” you mutter, burying your face in the clipboard.
He laughs, the kind of laugh that makes everyone else around him grin, but his attention doesn’t leave you. As the crew disperses to set up the next shot, Johnny wanders over, leaning his weight on the crate beside you.
“You know, most girlfriends stare at their boyfriend’s ass or chest,” he teases. He holds his hands out deliberately, wiggling his fingers in front of your face. “But not you. You’ve got a thing for these beat-up paws, huh?”
You roll your eyes, trying to play it off, but your pulse betrays you. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re busted.” His voice drops lower, just for you, and it sends a shiver down your spine. “I swear, every time I catch you looking, it makes me wanna—” He cuts himself off, grin widening. “Well. Maybe I shouldn’t finish that sentence out here.”
Your stomach knots at the way he says it, casual but heavy with suggestion.
The day moves on, but Johnny doesn’t let it drop. Every chance he gets, he teases you with those hands. Passing you a bottle of water, he lets his fingers graze over yours a beat too long. During a break, he stretches, making a show of cracking his knuckles. When you hand him a helmet, he deliberately brushes his thumb across your palm as he takes it.
By the time the last stunt wraps, you’re wound tight with tension.
Later, when the crew clears out for the evening, you find yourself lingering in the quiet. Johnny is leaning against the hood of a beat-up production van, his hands shoved in his pockets, hair messy, sunglasses gone now that the sun’s dipped lower. He looks relaxed, but you know better—he’s waiting.
“You gonna come over here, or you gonna keep pretending you don’t want to?” he asks, voice soft but sharp enough to cut through the silence.
Your feet move before your brain catches up. He smirks as you step closer, until you’re standing between his knees. His hands slip free from his pockets, and your breath catches automatically.
“God, you’re predictable,” he says, watching the way your gaze drops instantly. He tilts your chin up with his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Say it.”
Your voice shakes. “I like your hands.”
His grin is wicked. “I know you do.” He trails the back of his knuckles slowly down your cheek, and the simple touch is enough to make your knees wobble. “You’ve been staring at them like they’re the only thing holding you together.”
You bite your lip, your breath quickening as his fingers trace your jaw, feather-light, before brushing down the side of your neck.
“Maybe I should put them to better use,” Johnny murmurs.
The words hang between you, thick with promise. His hand slips behind your neck, tugging you closer until your foreheads touch. You can feel the warmth of his breath, the slow drag of his thumb across your pulse point, the tension strung so tight it feels like a wire about to snap.
And just before he kisses you, he pulls back with that infuriating grin. “But not out here. Gotta give the crew something to wonder about.”
He lets go, slipping his hand back into his pocket as he walks off toward the trailer, leaving you breathless, buzzing, and already imagining what’s going to happen when he finally stops teasing and gives you exactly what you’ve been craving.
By the time you make it back to the trailer, your chest is tight with anticipation. Johnny has that effect on you—leaving you wound up, flustered, desperate, but still laughing through it all. It’s infuriating, and addictive.
The trailer door creaks open, and you step inside, the faint scent of cigarettes and leather lingering in the air. Johnny’s already there, sprawled across the couch like he owns the world. He glances up from whatever he’s fiddling with, that slow grin spreading across his face when he sees you.
“Knew you’d follow me,” he drawls. His voice is lazy, cocky, but the spark in his eyes says he’s been waiting.
You shut the door behind you, your pulse pounding in your ears. “You didn’t exactly give me a choice.”
Johnny pats the spot beside him. “Come here, darlin’.”
You move toward him, but before you can sit, his hand shoots out and catches your wrist. The grip is firm but not painful, and the simple feel of his fingers curling around you makes your breath stutter. He watches your reaction with that same mischievous glint.
“Unbelievable,” he mutters, tugging you closer until you’re standing between his knees. His thumb brushes lazily against the inside of your wrist, dragging across your skin like he’s testing how far he can push. “You’re shaking already. Just from this?”
You swallow hard. “Maybe.”
“Maybe, my ass.” He chuckles, low and warm. “You’ve been eye-fucking my hands for weeks, and now you can’t even stand still when I touch you. You’re so easy, baby.”
Your cheeks burn, but the heat in your stomach only coils tighter.
Johnny leans back, pulling you with him until you’re straddling his lap. His hands settle on your hips, heavy and commanding. You bite your lip as his fingers dig in, dragging you closer against him.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, almost in awe. “All this over a pair of busted knuckles and calluses.” He lifts one hand, holding it up between you like evidence. The skin is rough, a faint scar cutting across his index knuckle, veins rising as he flexes. “This what you’ve been drooling over?”
Your eyes lock on it before you can stop yourself, and he laughs, shaking his head. “Jesus. You’re hopeless.”
But instead of teasing more, he presses that same hand to your cheek. The contrast of rough skin against soft makes your whole body tremble. His thumb drags across your bottom lip, tugging it down just slightly.
“Open.”
The command is soft, but you obey instantly. His thumb slips past your lips, pressing down on your tongue, and your eyes flutter shut as the taste of salt and skin fills your mouth. You suck gently without even thinking, and the groan that rumbles from Johnny’s chest makes your thighs clench around him.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “That’s what you want, huh? You wanna suck on my fingers like a good little slut?”
You nod, cheeks heating, your lips wrapped tighter around his thumb. His grin is wicked, approving. He slides another finger into your mouth, stretching your lips around them both, and you moan at the sensation.
“That’s it,” he says, voice roughening. “Look at you. So fucking needy for my hands.”
His other hand slides down your spine, pressing you firmly against his lap. You can feel him hard beneath you, the heat radiating through his jeans. Every shift of his fingers in your mouth, every subtle scrape of calloused skin against your tongue, only makes the ache between your legs sharper.
When he finally pulls his fingers free, a strand of saliva connects them to your lips. He smears it across your cheek with a grin. “Messy girl.”
You can barely catch your breath before his hand closes around your throat. Not tight—just enough to hold, to remind you who’s in control. His thumb rests against your pulse, and you swear he can feel how fast it’s racing.
“You think I didn’t notice?” he whispers, leaning in close. “Every time I touched you, every time I passed you something on set. You were practically shaking with it. I’ve been dying to see you like this.”
His mouth crashes against yours before you can respond. The kiss is rough, hungry, all teeth and tongue, his hands framing your face, holding you still like you’re something precious and breakable. Your fingers claw at his shirt, desperate to anchor yourself.
Then those hands are everywhere—on your jaw, sliding down your throat, gripping your waist, sneaking under your shirt. Each touch is deliberate, worshipful in its own filthy way, and you can’t decide if you want to melt or explode.
“Take this off,” he growls, tugging at your shirt. You yank it over your head, and his palms are instantly on your bare skin, dragging over your ribs, cupping your breasts through your bra. His thumbs flick against your nipples, and you gasp into his mouth.
“God, I love how responsive you are,” he mutters. “I barely touch you, and you’re already soaked, aren’t you?”
You nod breathlessly, grinding down against him.
“Prove it.”
Before you can ask how, his hand is between your thighs, palming you through your jeans. The pressure makes you whimper, and Johnny smirks. “Thought so.”
His fingers make quick work of your button and zipper, sliding into your waistband. You arch into his touch, desperate, as he drags his rough fingertips over your panties. The friction is unbearable, perfect.
“Johnny—”
“Shh,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Let me take care of you.”
His hand slips inside, finally pressing against your wet heat. You moan, clinging to his shoulders as he teases you, circling your clit with maddening precision. His fingers are so much bigger than yours, thicker, stronger, and every stroke feels like it’s pulling you apart piece by piece.
“You feel that?” he whispers against your ear. “That’s what you’ve been waiting for. My hands all over you, exactly where you need them.”
When he slides two fingers inside, the stretch makes you cry out. He groans at the sound, pumping them steadily, curling just right to make your whole body tremble. His palm grinds against your clit with every thrust, and you can’t hold back the shameless moans spilling from your lips.
“Fuck, baby,” he breathes. “You’re gripping me so tight. Bet I could make you come just like this, huh? Just from my fingers.”
You nod frantically, nails digging into his shoulders. “Yes—please, Johnny—don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. His pace quickens, the wet sounds filling the trailer as he fucks you with his hand. He keeps his eyes locked on your face, watching every reaction like it’s the best show he’s ever seen.
“That’s it, darlin’. Take it. Take my fingers like the desperate little slut you are.”
The filthy words make your walls clamp down harder, and you’re spiraling, your body strung so tight it’s about to snap. His thumb circles your clit with ruthless precision, and you break—crying out his name as you come, shaking around his fingers.
Johnny growls, dragging it out, fucking you through it until you collapse against his chest, panting and trembling.
He pulls his hand free slowly, deliberately, and holds it up between you. His fingers glisten with your release, and his grin is feral.
“Look at that,” he says. “All from these hands you’re so obsessed with.”
Before you can recover, he pushes those same slick fingers into your mouth. Your eyes roll back as you taste yourself, sucking greedily. Johnny watches, groaning low in his throat.
“Fuck, baby. You’re gonna be the death of me.”
When he finally pulls his hand away, he cups your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his. His kiss is softer this time, almost reverent, but his words are anything but.
“You’re mine,” he whispers. “These hands? They’ll ruin you if you let me.”
And the worst part—the best part—is that you want nothing more than to let him.
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every strange you met thought you were married. after a while, when you had to keep telling people you weren’t, it started to hurt your chest, and you just didn’t know why
sometimes johnny would be like “oh yeah, we’re high school sweethearts. been together since we were fifteen!” and it would twist your stomach
it was so obvious to everyone but you two that you were both so in love with each other
you were always at each other’s side, stuck like glue
everytime you would talk to another guy, he would look like a kicked puppy (as would you!)
eventually, one night at a bar, you were talking to steve-o outside
“y/n, listen. if you don’t screw him, i will.”
and you’re like ??????what??????
“you know who i’m talking about. seriously, it’s getting hard to watch”
GUESS WHO JUST HAPPENS TO WALK THROUGH THE DOOR!
steve yells “WOW Y/N I DIDNT KNOW YOU FELT SO STRONGLY ABOUT KNOX” and runs away
he looks at you like ???
and you say “i don’t know what he’s talking about!!!!!!!!!!”
he goes “oh” 😔😔😔
“well, you know, it’s not like i haven’t thought about it”
“yeah? i think about it all the time”
“yeah, me too”
steve’s cheering from around the corner
in the start of the relationship, he would NOT stop touching you
full on arm around your waist, shoulder, hips, CONSTANTLY
he still does! but now it’s more subtle.
he’s always got his hand on the small of your back or on your leg
calls you “darlin’”
LOVES WHEN YOU DO STUNTS!!!!
he makes tremaine check over how safe they can make it 100 times before you get involved
“if she gets hurt i’ll kick your ass tremaine”
and you’re like “johnny i’m literally fine i’m not in danger”
“i know, but i gotta make sure”
“whatever helps you sleep at night baby”
although he loves when you do stunts, he spends the whole time freaking out
he’s chewing on his nails or pacing around watching you
the second you finish the stunt, he takes it upon himself to do a full on injury evaluation
“you get any scratches? no burns or breaks? your head okay? oh god do you know what day it is?”
all that and all you did was ride a skateboard
if you don’t wanna get too involved, he always includes you somehow
whether it’s something in the background, or handling a camera, he wants you to be there somehow
the rest of the gang always try to include you as much as possible!
bam always suggests doing some skating stunts, but it makes johnny super nervous
even when he suggests teaching you some tricks, johnny’s always kinda hesitant
he does not trust that man’s supervision
if you go with bam, rest assured johnny will linger. he’s in the background somewhere
he always makes time for you. constantly.
he’s a very busy man, and he’d cancel on anything if it meant he could be with you
meeting at 6? nah he’d rather go sit on the couch and watch movies with you
whenever he gets hurt during a stunt, he always assures you that he’s okay
“aw i’m alright sweetheart, nothin’ but a scratch” and his collarbone is broken
you like to patch him up as best you can
you’re starting to think he’s getting hurt on purpose just so you baby him
“i’m alright honey, but if you wanna fix me up i guess it will help”
WHIPPED SO BAD!!!!!
a/n: these are so fun to write yayay
if anyone has any suggestions or requests pls feel free to send them through!!!
can't stop imagining this stunt w dunn'sgf!reader who is upstairs in the fuckin' shower when she hears the rocket and bazooka go off thru the house. poor thing. you almost slip & bust your ass trying to get a towel around your body and rushing down the stairs, missing the last two, actually eating shit as you're rounding the corner to see what's going on.
once you see phil alive and well (were ape & phil ever really well with all the shit these kids were doing?) you continues on to hear "you're kinda like not hearin' what i'm sayin', i'm sayin' the carpet's melded." taking a deep breath, water dripping you study the men as ryan starts explaining that it was dico shooting the rocket so yelling at bam is pointless.
"probably scared this poor girl half to death." april gestures to you, your knee scraped and bleeding from your fall down the stairs. hair sticking down your back, eyes red from trying to get the soap out of it after, i dunno, an explosive tore through the house?
"jesus christ, what happened?" ryan steps forward to look at you, a shit eating grin growing across his face.
"busted my ass coming down the fucking stairs to check on april & phil, i didn't know what was happening." you pant out of breath, your eyebrows knit together as he cackles, pulling you into a hug.
bam & dico are doubled over, damn near tears. dickheads.
"c'mon let's go look at the damage." he drums his hands on your back ushering you back towards the stairs, "what were you gonna do? play hero?" he's shaking his head, climbing the stairs behind you.
"where do you think i learned that?" you quip at him.
he just can't stop laughing, he loves you so much.
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tw: slowburn, eventual smut, cursing, stunts, drama. STORYLINE IS NOT ACCURATE AT ALL. do not flame me when something that happens in 2010 happens in 2000. its for the plot, trust.
chapter word count: 3.3K
ur brother bam gets renewed for another season of jackass and hes in cali for it. MTV says they want u in it. he send you a ticket and u go and meet his friends in real life. they are cool they pull pranks on you and you slowly get feelings for the big JK, johnny. but you don't realize that johnny feels the same way.
will there be drama? will this mess up the show? best part is
idk what will happen this is being made by the readers. i have a little poll at the end of each chapter. :3
December 3rd, 2000
My brother mostly called for help on his new show, Jackass. Calling to ask if I had any ideas or if I could help plan over the phone. Bam, Jess, and I always messed around as kids, doing crazy stunts and trashing the house. We constantly got yelled at. Thankfully, I was the princess of the house and the youngest, so the boys got most of the blame.
It's been about a year since the show started. It's now getting a renewal for season two. Shocker. When they finished shooting season one, Bam called and told me that he didn't think it was even going to air, something about the producers for MTV saying it was a little too much for TV. They did shoot some stuff in Pennsylvania; well, Ryan and Bam did, but I was off in Jersey spending time with a friend, so I missed it. Bam had called asking if I wanted to join them.
Now, almost a year later, I am sitting in my new apartment that my parents helped pay for. They loved me, but seeing as Bam and Jess were out of the nest, it was time for me to start flying as well. I went down to the lobby that morning to check my mailbox and didn't get to open any of it until now. Bill, bill, bill, another bill, letter? Nobody really sent me letters other than my friend Riley. She was studying in Paris; she only sent a letter every couple of months. She didn't want to pay extra for international calls. She was just as much of a broke college student as I was. I was in between majors. I couldn't choose. One day, I wanted to be an artist: the next day, a teacher. So I settled on getting an AA degree until I figured it out.
I examined the envelope; there was no return address or name. Weird. Whoever sent this doesn't want a letter back? I opened the letter and began to read it.
God. His handwriting is ass. Yeah. Thanks for the 3-day notice. I don't even know how long I'll be there for. What the hell, Bam. Ugh.
I pull out the ticket and read it.
BOARDING PASS FOR Y/N MARGERA
PHL -> LAX
DECEMBER 07th, 2000
ONE-WAY FLIGHT 427
One-way? How long was I staying? I walked over to the couch, sat down, and grabbed the phone. I called his cellphone. Hopefully he still has one; he probably broke it during a stunt already. I remember the day he got it. It was after his first paycheck from MTV. He was so excited. He bought a Nokia cellphone, the newest one. It was almost 400 dollars. He insisted it was an investment; he could call anytime if there was an emergency. Of course, everyone agreed.
The phone rang. And rang. And rang again. Finally, I heard his voice.
"Hello?"
"Bam? Did you send me a ticket to Cali?" This has to be a prank? It was just such short notice. I need to prepare, pack, pay bills, obviously.
"You know I can't just up and leave? I'm behind on bills. I got so much work to do for class-" I tried to explain, but he cut me off.
"Pleasee? You'll make a lot of money. PJ wants you here for this season. He's writing you a contract right now. When you get here, you can pretty much add anything on it. MTV agreed to have you in. But they probably only want you for the sex appeal." He laughed. I smiled and rolled my eyes.
"Knoxville wants me there? That's funny. I've never even met him in person." I've seen him on the show, duh. I've talked to him on the phone a couple of times to help with stunts. Well, more like give them pointers on how to not die but also stay entertaining.
"I've talked to him on the phone a few times..."
Bam laughed. "Yeah, exactly. See? You already fit in."
I rolled my eyes. "I still can't just leave. I told you. I've got rent due, classes, work—"
"I'll take care of it."
"...What?"
"I said I'll take care of it."
"Bam, you can't just—"
"I already talked to Mom and Dad. They'll help with your rent while you're gone, and I'll pay 'em back. I've got a plan. Please just trust me."
"Fine." I sighed. "You've helped us since day one without getting any credit. It's your turn." He replied. It would be fun to do stupid stunts with my brother again. I've seen him in forever. It can't hurt to take a risk. Worse comes to worst, I just come back afterwards. I looked back down at the one-way ticket in my lap. Still, the whole thing sounded insane.
"...How long am I gonna be there?"
"No clue."
"Bam." I groaned. At least give me an estimate.
"Pleaseeeee.." He pleaded
"...Fine."
"I'll see you Friday."
"Whatever."
The line clicked dead.
I set the phone back on its cradle and looked around my tiny apartment. I sat there for another minute, trying to process what I'd just agreed to. I put my head in my hands and sighed. I have three days to pack. I don't know what I'll need. What am I going to wear? Do I need to bring professional outfits? This sucks.
I hurried to my bedroom and yanked my old duffel bag out from under the bed. Clothes flew across the room as I started making piles. Shoes, pants, shorts, shirts, jackets, dresses, and pretty much everything I could fit in my bag. I paused, looking at the growing pile. "What the hell do people even wear in California?" I grabbed a couple of band shirts. I threw them in the pile along with everything else. I went into my bathroom and started packing what I could in there. Toothbrush, toothpaste, brush, hair ties, jewelry - again, anything I could fit in the bag was going in the pile.
By the end of the night, my apartment looked like a tornado had ripped through it. Half my closet was stuffed into two bags; I ended up finding one in a storage closet. I was sitting at the kitchen table sorting through all my bills, writing checks to send out by Friday. I don't want to cause mom and dad too much stress with these bills. I smiled as I was finishing the last check, slipping it into the envelope; I was going to be on TV. I was so excited. I was finally going to meet the people my brother had been trying to kill himself with.
As I put them on my little entryway table, my stomach twisted with a mix of fear and excitement. I was going to be in California in a few days! But I don't really know anybody there. Then again, it's a fresh start! I'd probably meet a lot of famous people. They are going to be shooting in West Hollywood. I took a shower to calm my nerves. I wasn't going to stop feeling this way until I got there and got comfortable. I knew that. I got out of the shower, threw on my bra and underwear, and then dug around for an old baggy T-shirt. I turned on my alarm for 10 am. I need to finish a couple of things before Friday.
December 07th, 2000
BEEP BEEP BEEP
My alarm shrieked. Too early. It's like 9 am.
I jump up. Oh my god, 9 AM. I've got to be at the airport by 11. Fuck. I roll out of bed. As I'm walking to the bathroom to get ready, I get a knock at the door. I rush over, tripping over myself in the process. I peek through the peephole. My mom and dad, April and Phil. I sigh. I unlock and open the door.
"My baby!" My mother cries out, excitedly, while going in for a hug. My father rolls his eyes and smiles. "I can't believe you all are gone! Phil and I are going to be so lonely." She says as she pulls back from said hug. I step to the side to let them in. Dad looks around for a second before turning to me. "Looks like a Tasmanian devil ran through." He laughs. I look around at all my stuff thrown around the room. "I had three days to get ready. I had to rush." I chuckled. Mom walked around and started picking things up and organizing. " Mom, don't worry about it. I'll get it when I come back." I said, walking to my bedroom so I could get ready to shower.
"What if you don't come back?" She said, still cleaning.
I looked back into the living room, confused. Dad nudged Mom; she stopped and her tracks and corrected herself. "Well, I mean, of course you'll come back. I just mean, uh, you'll be gone for a while. You don't want to come back to a messed up place." She continued as I walked back into my bathroom to get ready. "I'm jumping in the shower!" I hollered out the bathroom door. I got in and started washing my hair. That was weird. I sighed. Bam is probably trying to set something up so I can stay in California. He always hated being away for too long. My family was very protective of me. My brothers called any and every day they weren't busy. My parents called every other day.
I finished up in the shower. I don't have too much time; I have to be at the airport around 11:30ish. I have to make it. I threw together an outfit with the clothes that were already out. Black lace cami was the first thing I saw. I want to throw something over it. Hm.. I looked around my bedroom. Bingo. Pink plaid short-sleeved shirt. I kept searching; I still needed pants. I found a pair of low-rise jeans in a pile near my bed. Clean? Hopefully. I walked back into the bathroom and started putting the clothes on, obviously. I looked up at the outfit; I think this would be an okay first impression outfit. The plaid shirt was perfectly cropped; I only buttoned one of the buttons. The lace cami underneath wasn't cropped but was short enough to show a little bit of my belly button. The jeans were fine. I just can't bend over in them, or everyone's getting flashed. I leaned over the counter and did a little bit of makeup. Mascara, eyeliner, and some gloss.
I walked back out into the living room. My mom and dad were still waiting. "Are you guys taking me to the airport?" My mom looked up from the magazine she found lying around, my dad not looking up from the crossword book he carried around. "Yeah, we wanted to be able to say goodbye before you left." My mom said, getting up and slipping her shoes back on. I was at the kitchen table making sure I had everything. When I concluded that I indeed had everything, I grabbed a pair of Converse I had lying around and slipped them on. My dad finally got up, grabbing his key and putting his own shoes back on. "Are we ready to rock and roll?" I rolled my eyes, smiling. "Yep. I've got everything." I said, walking out, my parents behind me. We waited near the elevator as Mom locked the door to my apartment. "Well, even if you don't, it wouldn't kill us to come back and get it and mail it out to y'all." I nodded.
We walked through the lobby and to the car. I packed my stuff and jumped in the backseat. The whole car ride to the airport was just us retelling old stories from when the boys and I were kids.
"Oh my god, do you remember when we got grounded for painting the living room neon green, and Bam and I pushed Jess down the stairs in a laundry basket?" Mom started cracking up. "Yes! You guys were some bad-ass kids," She giggled. "I think every gray is from you guys." I laughed. "Probably." She shook her head. "No! Definitely!" She laughed.
We finally arrived at the airport. Dad drove around looking for a parking spot. Every time Mom pointed one out, someone would take it. He eventually got one. Dad got my bags out of the trunk, and they both walked in with me. I was so nervous. I had my ticket in my hands. I was shaking and sweating. It was obvious. Mom rubbed my shoulder as we looked for a seat to wait for the plane. I looked at the time. 10:30. Early, but at least I'm not late. We continued to talk. They told stories, some of them I barely remember. I told them my ideas for some of the stunts when I get to California. I told them about the times I talked to the other members of Jackass over the phone. I was so excited to meet them in person. I told Mom how I thought each person was going to be based on our previous conversations.
"FLIGHT 427 IS READY FOR BOARDING"
My heart sank. I don't know if I'm ready for this. Dad pushed my shoulder a bit. I looked over at him. He smiled. "You gotta take chances, honey." I looked down at the ticket and stood up. I grabbed my bags and walked off to the terminal. I stopped and looked back. I ran back to Mom and Dad. I pulled them into a hug. I cried. I'm scared to leave. Dad pulled back. "You can't look back. You have to leave the nest. You have to explore and discover things about yourself. We will be here when you want to come back." I nodded. He kissed me on the forehead and nudged me off a bit. I know it was lovingly, but I can't bear to leave my family. Bam is also my family. I'll be going to him. I slowly walked backwards and to the terminal. I waved to my parents. They waved back. This was terrible.
I was finally on the plane. I walked through and looked for my seat. The whole row was empty. I sat in the window seat and waited for someone to come sit down. Nobody did. I had a whole row to myself. Goddamn Bam. I probably look like the biggest douchebag. These people probably think I paid for a whole row for myself. The stewardess went through all the safety protocols, and the plane took off. This ride is 6 hours long. I'm going back to bed.
"Miss? Excuse me?" I jump up and look over to the voice. A tall, skinny, blonde lady in a uniform. The flight attendant. "Yes?" I said, wiping the little bit of drool off my face and fixing my hair. "The flight is over. Would you like some help getting your stuff?" I looked out the window; the plane landed. It was getting dark outside. I looked at the time on the screen in front of me. 6:47 pm. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry. I barely slept last night. I'll get my stuff; I got it." I jumped out and started to get my things out of the overhead bin. She giggled. "It's okay! I get it. I don't get a lot of sleep with this job, so I, like, totally get it." I smiled at her, bringing my stuff down to the ground and walking out of the plane to the lobby of the airport.
I walked through the halls alone. It was quiet and dark. Why weren't there any lights on? Maybe one or two in the whole hallway were on. I started to walk slowly through the hall. This was scary. The lights suddenly turned off. It was dark. No noise. I didn't know where I was to begin with, and now I basically have no vision. I started to hug towards the wall. One step. Two steps. Three steps. Four- I run into something and stumble back. My free hand that wasn't holding any bags moves up to feel whatever I ran into. It's not a wall? It's soft? Like a body. Oh my god. It's a body.
"Oh! I'm so sorry! I'm trying to fin-" I start apologizing
The lights turn back on for a split second. I was able to get an okay glimpse of this person, and my heart nearly stopped when I looked up at their face. It was like something straight out of a nightmare. The skin looked horribly burned and scarred, twisted and melted in places with deep, angry red wounds. It was vomit-inducing. Their eyes were sunken deep in dark shadows, staring at me with a cold, merciless glare. The person was bald; the scars and burns went across their whole head. Their mouth was stretched into a cruel, jagged grin, revealing blackened, uneven teeth that seemed to sneer right at me. I couldn't tell if it was real or not. It didn't matter anyway. My fight or flight kicked in. I shrieked. I lifted one of the bags in my hand and swung with all my might.
"Ow! What the fuck!" I ran past the person, looking for the exit into the lobby.
When I turned the corner, there was someone at the end. It was a small body at the end of the hall in front of the exit sign. I went to run back the other way I came, but I was met with the same face again. I was closer this time. It kind of looked like...a mask? What the fuck is going on? I saw a little streak of light coming from a door behind him. I looked backwards at the creature in the corner. He wasn't moving. I looked back at the man in front of me and swung again. This time he caught my arm.
"Stop hitting me! It's just a-" I didn't let him finish. I lifted my leg and kicked him between the legs. He doubled over in pain, groaning.
"Fuckin' bitch."
The small frame behind me started laughing. I ran to the small light. The door swung open in my face; I stopped before it hit me. The light in the hall came back on. Bam walked out the door, smiling. "I told you guys you would get hurt." He laughed. I was so confused, still shaking. I looked behind me. Jason was standing in front of the door, laughing so hard he was turning red. In the middle of the hall was Dave, on the ground, unable to breathe. Sorry.. I looked back at Bam and nudged him.
"What is wrong with you guys? I almost had a heart attack."
I watched as everyone came out of their hiding spots. Crew members and cameras surrounded me. Everyone was laughing, the hardest, Johnny. I saw him, and my heart fell to my stomach. He looked so attractive. I mean, I've seen him on TV. I've seen pictures. I've talked to him on the phone. But none of that compares to how he looks in real life.
We walked out to the lobby, letting the film crew pack up their stuff. Everyone re-introduced themselves.
"Hey, we should go for drinks!" Stephen exclaimed, trying to get everyone riled up. Dave declined, saying he had to rest because of what had just happened a couple of minutes ago. "I'm so sorry, Dave." I apologized, following him to his own car. He chuckled. "It's fine, Y/n. I've been through worse." I nodded and let him get in the car. Ehren and Chris passed on the offer as well, getting in the car with Dave. I waved to them, saying goodbye. "We'll see you sometime tomorrow," Ehren said while rolling up the window. "Okay." I smiled and walked back to the sidewalk with Ryan, Bam, Stephen, Johnny, Jason, and Preston. Jason and Preston walked to their own car, saying the same thing. They were tired and wanted to get back home. We watched as they all carpooled away. I turned back to the others.
(this is unedited please let me know about any errors! thank you!)
mini cliffhanger! do you think y/n is going to go for drinks? or is she going to go home and rest?
(let me know how you felt about this chapter in the comments!)
A) home obvi
B) lets go get crunkkk
Something Broken Can Always Be Fixed | Johnny Knoxville x Fem!Reader
Hi there sweethearts, this is based off of this request here
warning: regular jackass stupidity (I mean c'mon now you know what to expect) kissing, Angst, arguing, teeth rotting fluff, cursing, hot sexy men doing dumb shit, mentions of injury, slight smut if you squint with a magnifying glass
Author's note: I love writing requests for you guys pls keep em coming!!! I really hope you enjoy this because I know you asked for a lot of fluff but I needed to have SOME angst in order for the story to work. As always lemme know what you think in the comments your feedback means the world to me. If you have any requests no matter how wierd and bizarre they are I'll make it happen!! Enjoy the storyyyyyyyy :)
Every person on the cast of Jackass knows the number one rule of working with bulls. Never ever have a bad attitude, this wasn't just a set rule it was simply there for everyone's safety. Unfortunately the one time this rule wasn't followed I was on the receiving end of the consequences.
The morning of the accident started off as any other. I woke up in my apartment that I shared with my husband, but when I got out of bed I quickly realized that Johnny wasn't home. "Fuck" I say to myself getting my phone out and calling him. "hello?" I hear on the other end of the phone when he answers. "Hi Johnny, care to tell me, your wife, where the fuck you are?" I say more irritated then before.
"I went out with the boys last night and I guess I crashed at O's last night" he says still sounding half asleep. I cannot fucking believe him. I figured this morning would go well. Sure we haven't been spending as much time with each other as we used to but we've been busy. I had plans to make him breakfast and we could head to the shoot together and everything would be great.
But no, unfortunately for me I went to be alone, again. Which has become a common occurrence lately. "Whatever, let's just talk when you get home, preferably before filming today. I would like to see my husband at some point" I say. "Yep" he says into the phone. "I love yo-" before I can even finish my sentence he hung up. Instead of sulking on what seems like my dying marriage I decide to clean up both our messy apartment and my mind. I decide to pick up all of our dirty laundry and start a load of laundry for the first time in a bit. I also cleaned up the kitchen and did the dishes finally wanting my life to feel put together again.
After making a grocery list, I decide to get in the shower and clean myself along with the rest of my home. I take my clothes off and set them in the hamper in our bathroom while the water heats up. I step into the shower and let the water flow down my body as my mind floods with thoughts. I try and clear the negativity away, knowing that I will be working with bulls later and knowing the consequences if things go wrong.
Once I'm done cleaning myself, I turn off the water and step out of the shower while wrapping a towel around my body and hair while also putting my slipper on my feet. I step out of the bathroom and go to the laundry room to see if my clothes are done in the dryer. Before I can even make it there I hear the door open, I look over and see my husband. "Hey baby, you look nice" he says coming over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I embrace him trying to forget my anger, as this is the first time my husband has been affectionate with me in who knows how long. I wrap my arms around his neck pulling him into a kiss. "God I missed you" he says railing his lips down my neck. "Johnny baby we have to leave soon can I get dressed please?" I say looking into his tired eyes.
He stopped his actions and pulls away from me. "Whatever" he says before going to the fridge to pull out a beer. "Really you're drinking already? You do know we have to film later right, or are you too hungover from being out all night that you forgot" I say continuing my journey to the laundry room to get dressed for the day. "Oh for the love of god, I don't come home one night and wanna have one beer and suddenly your up my ass about everything I do!" he says taking a long sip of the beer. I grab a pair of jeans and a graphic tea to wear out of the dryer and walk into our shared bedroom to get dressed.
He follows me to the bedroom. "It's not just one night Johnny! You do it all the fucking time, I barely fucking see you! Today was the first time you even fucking kissed me in go knows how long!" I start to get loud but not quite yelling. Usually I wouldn't mind changing in front of him but at the current moment I don't want to be vulnerable around him. "Oh so this is about how I can do better right, why're you changing in the damn bathroom? I'm your husband for christ sake, do you really just not fuckin' like me or something" he says still drinking the beer.
"Yes this absolutely is about what you can do better. I wanted one fucking morning for you to actually be here! Is that so hard to ask Johnny? Is it so fucking absurd that I want to cook breakfast for my husband and do something nice for him? Clearly it is because my husband doesn't even want to fucking sleep in the same bed as me at night let alone come home!" I say coming out of the bathroom now fully dressed. "You were going to cook breakfast for me?" He says looking somewhat regretful of his previous decisions. "Yes! I was! I thought the reason why you don't come home is because you don't love me anymore! I just wanted to do something nice for you for once! And then MAYBE just maybe you'll actually want to spend time with me!" say say now yelling at him.
"Y/N I DO WANT TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU!" he says yelling back. "JOHNNY IF YOU LOVE ME FUCKING SHOW UP FOR ONCE!" I say starting to cry. I grab my purse and car keys, not even caring that my hair is damp and I didn't do my makeup. "Johnny you need to pick between the bottle and having fun or me! I'm leaving to go to set, Please at least change your clothes from yesterday!" I say after putting on my shoes. I walk out of our apartment and out to my car.
When I get in my car I just sit there and cry for a second, the day I imagined going perfectly ended up going awful and its only ten am. I wipe my tears and drive to set. When I get there I get out and walk up to the bull arena where we will be working today. I take a deep breath and act like everything is alright. While waiting for everything to be set up I make easy conversation with Dave and Ehren talking about whatever came to our mind. When Johnny arrived I didn't notice but everyone else did. Anyone around could tell he was irritated. But, If you were one of the people around you could also tell he was wearing the same thing as me. I had one a plain black jackass t-shirt with the logo, a pair of blue jeans, and my black converse. Coincidentally he was also wearing a black jackass shirt, blue jeans, and black converse. He didn't talk to anyone at first just sat in a chair near me.
"Aww you guys are matching how gay" Bam says giggling with Ryan. "We are?" I say looking down at my outfit and at his. "Yes ma'am" Johnny says with a small smile, before standing up and walking towards me. "Is it wrong to love my wife? You guys need to hop off my dick" he says to the guys before walking up and putting and arm around me. I allow the gesture to happen, attempting to forget our fight. "Well this is news to me" Bam says with a cackle. "What the hell are you talking about?" Johnny says pulling me close by my waist. "Baby you need to calm down" I say placing my hand on top of his. "Nah Sweetheart I wanna know what the fuck margera's on about" he says with a southern twang peaking through as he got angrier. "What I'm saying is for the past few weeks you've been acting like she doesn't fucking matter, so I'm just shocked you even want to be near her" Bam says. I could instantly tell Johnny was a thousand times more upset than earlier. It is one thing for the two of us to argue but if someone else insults our relationship that just infuriates him.
"Ok Fuck you" Johnny says going to throw hands. Before he can lay a finger on him Jeff steps in to pull Johnny aside. "KNOXVILLE COME WITH ME NOW!" Jeff says not wanting to upset the bulls. When the two men are alone together they talk about the situation. "Knox c'mon man what's going on? You know the rule about the bulls. I don't give a shit about your problems put them to the side so we can get this bullshit over with ok?" Jeff says with irritation dripping from his voice. "Sorry man, I'm just having a day, don't worry I'll get it together especially since Y/n is apart of the stunt" Johnny says finally taking accountability and realizing he messed up.
As he walks back to the bull arena he calms himself down to prepare for the stunt. As much as he would love to talk to you before the stunt and apologize its time to do the stunt. "Ok Bam, Dunn, Knoxville, and Y/n please come get your hats for the toro trotter" Jeff says. I walk up to Jeff and grab both mine and Johnny's hats for the stunt. I go and find him and give him the hat "Here I grabbed this for you" I say with a sad smile on my face. "Thank you baby" He said putting his hand on the side of my face pulling me in for a kiss. After that the two of us walked into the arena getting on the trotter with our stupid little propeller hats.
"ROLLING" I hear from behind the cameras. "Hi I'm Johnny Knoxville and The last person on the teeter totter is gonna be the winner" he says. The contraption was really two teeter totters put together. On one set was Bam and Dunn across from each other, and me and Johnny on the other side also sitting across from each other. "It's gonna be a blood bath!" I say excitedly. "God I love you" Johnny says with a loud laugh.
As the Bull entered the ring we instantly locked in, maneuvering accordingly to avoid the attacks the bull was giving us. Dunn was the first one to fall off, I let out a big laugh enjoying this experience. Bam was the next to go instantly following Bam. "C'mon Baby, its just you and me" Johnny says with a laugh. Right after he says the the Bull lunges at me before I could go up in time. It hits me right in the leg, I let out the loudest scream imaginable. " FUCK MY LEG!" I scream. Immediate Johnny gets off of his end and picks me up to carry me to safety. The bull wrangler got the bull out of the ring and Johnny had placed me on the ground. "I NEED A MEDIC MY WIFE IS HURT" He yells towards the crew. "I got you baby the medic is on the way" He says starting to cry while putting his hands on either side of my face. "It hurts johnny, please make it stop hurting" I say while in immense pain. "I've got you sweetheart, the people are coming to make it stop hurting" he says with tears streaming down his face as the medics arrive. They put me on the stretcher and take me to the ambulance I end up passing out on the way to the hospital.
When I woke up the pain is almost gone but I feel funny from anxiety. I take a second and look around and see no one in my room. Parts of me start to panic. I hear voices outside of the room, but don't see anyone. Before anything else happens a nurse comes into my room. "Hi Y/n I'm your nurse, seems you took quite a tumble with the stunt you preformed today. I'm gonna take your vitals and as soon as your husband is back you should be free to be discharged" she says walking up to me taking notes on a clipboard. "Alright, do you know where my husband is?" I ask. "He went out for a bit but he should be back soon honey, It looks like your vitals are looking good and you should be free to go" she says before grabbing something by my bed. "Now you did end up fracturing your lower leg, its not severe, just a greenstick fracture which means the bone is not fully broken. However that does mean you will be put in a boot for 6 weeks maybe longer but I will set you up a follow up appointment in a couple of weeks with your physician" she says. "Oh sorry dear one more thing, be careful on your crutches and probably stay off your feet for a day or two, you took a nice bump to your head, you don't have a concussion but things will feel funny for a few days" she says as Johnny walks in holding flowers and a bag of things. "Well Mr. and Mrs. Knoxville feel free to gather your belongings and you are free to be discharged and go home" she says before leaving.
Johnny sets the bag down and walks towards me with the flowers, and sits on the chair next to my hospital bed. "Hi baby, how do you feel?" he says setting the flowers on my bed and placing his hand in mine. "I feel better now you're here, I wanna go home now" I say smiling at him. "Ok honey, I went home and brought you some clothes since yours were dirty. I also got you your favorite flowers" he says making up for our arguments earlier. "Johnny baby can you help me to the bathroom?" I ask him not fully knowing to use the crutches. "Yes ma'am" he says helping me stand up and put the crutches under my arms. He guided me to the bathroom. "Here lemme grab the clothes for ya" He says before walking out and coming back within a matter of seconds. "I figured you'd wanna be comfy so I grabbed my sweat pants and my big ole' shirt for ya honey" He says before moving the crutches out of the way and propping me up on the counter. "Can I take off your gown baby?" he asks still worried about how I didn't change in front of him earlier. "Yes please " I say wanting to get out of the ratty hospital gown as soon as possible.
Before he takes off the gown he slides the sweatpants up my legs and lifting my butt up of the counter to fit the pants around my hips. He then wraps his arms around me to untie the back of the hospital gown. "I've got you sweetheart, I'm not going anywhere" he says. He takes the gown off leaving me in just a bra I had thrown on this morning. He then gently puts his t-shirt on me as if he was afraid I was going to crumple in his arms. When he is done putting the clothes on me, before he takes me off the counter he wraps his arms around my waist and buries his face into my neck. I instantly reciprocate the hug. "I'm really sorry about earlier" he says. "We'll talk later right now I just wanna go home" I say back to my husband. "Ok baby, ready to get down?" he asks waiting for my nod before taking me off the counter and helping me with the crutches. As I walk out of the bathroom Johnny grabs a wheel chair from beside the bed and wheels it over to me. I sit down and hold my crutches as he takes me out of the hospital.
When we make it to the car, he opens the door for me and helps me in, he even helps me with my seat belt. He puts the crutches along with the rest of our belongings in the back seat and then returns the wheelchair. When he gets in the car he sits there for a second before starting the car and just looks at me. He reaches out his hand and holds mine. Tight. "I love you so much, Y/n you have no idea" he says before leaning over to kiss me. He then starts the car and drives us home.
When we reach the apartment complex he lets me out of the car and helps with my crutches before grabbing our bags. When we got into our apartment he set me up in our bed, turned on my favorite movie, got me a cup of water and ordered my favorite dinner. "Ok, dinner should be here in 20" he says coming back into our room, sitting on the bed next to me. "Is there anything else I can get for you darlin'?" he asks me looking at me with puppy dog eyes. "No baby, but thank you for everything, you're the best husband I could ask for" I say leaning into his side as he wraps his arm around me. "No I'm not and that's the problem. There's something I need to get off my chest." He says turning more into me. "I need to apologize for the complete and utter baffoon I have been, I not only disrespected you, I completely abandoned you and my duties as a husband. Words can't describe how sorry I am for hurting you in so many ways, especially today. You were just trying to do something nice for me and I chose the bottle over you. I also put your safety at rick today, I knew we had a bull stunt and I still chose to be a complete jack off. From now on I'm gonna try and be not just a better person but a better husband" He paused for a second. By now tears were streaming down my face and his. "Today when you got hurt I didn't know what to do. You were in so much pain because of my recklessness. And the day we got married I took a vow to be with you in sickness and in health and came very close to breaking that promise. I'm so fucking sorry baby, I love you so much" He says wiping the tears from my face and putting his hands on either side of my face. "I love you too Johnny" I say as I pull him in for a kiss.
He takes it one step further by deepening the kiss, he moves so I'm on my back and he's over me. He moves so he is between my legs, while being cautious of my injured leg. I wrap my good leg around his waist as his hands go to my waist, my hands wrap around his shoulders.
"I'm sorry I haven't loved you in the way you deserve" he says before kissing down my neck, only making me let out a small moan. "Uhh that's it baby, its been too long huh?" he says teasing me and letting out a groan that made the growing wet spot in between my legs even worse. His kisses travel from my neck down my chest. "God How I ever fumbled this is insane, You're so fucking gorgeous baby" He says while continuing to trail kisses down my body. As soon as he made his way between my thighs there was a knock at the door. "Fucking cock block" he mutters under his breath before placing a chaste kiss to my lips. "Be right back babydoll" he says before leaving the bedroom.
When he returns he has two plates of pasta from my favorite take-out place. "Here you go honey, I ordered you the Alfredo and garlic bread" he says handing me my plate. After having a nice evening of eating dinner in bed, and watching my favorite movies, some of them including Johnny in them just to tease him. "Can we please watch Men In Black 2 we already watched the first one, plus I would get to see double of your hot face"I ask with a cute face knowing he'll say yes. "anything for you dear" he smirks intensively with that look of love I've come to know all our years being together.
Authors note: i was gonna make it longer but i have insane brain fog rn so I will prolly make a pt 2 i just really hate having yall wait for your requests
Calls Don't Count (Cheating! Johnny Knoxville x Reader) [Smut]
This was an anonymous request! The only other cheating fic I’ve written was also a Knoxville fic, and that was written almost 4 years ago, so it was interesting to do a different take on this concept. I've left the time period ambiguous here, so you can decide for yourself whether this is with younger or older Johnny! This is a lot more porn than plot lol.
MAJOR DISCLAIMER: I don't condone real-life cheating! It's a bitch move and totally inexcusable. This is just a work of fiction.
Description: You and Johnny haven't seen each other in person for months, ever since filming wrapped up for the Jackass movie you met on the set of, but that's alright; you've got your weekly phone sex sessions to tide you over! Of course, Johnny's married and hiding these sessions from his wife, but you try not to think about that when you're getting each other off. After all, as Johnny insists, 'calls don't count.'
Warnings: Female Reader, Phone Sex, Mutual Masturbation, A shit ton of dirty talk (this is VERY dialogue heavy for obvious reasons), Cheating (Johnny is married but insists sexy phone calls don't count as being unfaithful), Vague maledom-femsub dynamics, Mention of hickeys and Johnny marking you as his territory, Reader is a little morally gray and seems to want to ignore the fact that this is an affair altogether, Gets mildly angsty at the end cuz they both want to be together
Tag List: @eyesofaliar
You let your phone ring for almost half a minute before you finally picked up, smiling to yourself when Johnny's relieved tone hit your ears.
"Jeez, sweetie, took you long enough. I was starting to think you didn't want to talk to me today."
"Sorry." You made no effort to actually sound sorry. "I figured talking to me is worth enough that you wouldn't mind waiting a little."
You could hear Johnny chuckling to himself. "You're something else, you know that? But you're right, it is. I'd wait an hour on this stupid ass phone if it meant I could talk to you for even a few minutes."
God, he's sweet. You leaned back against your pillows, stretching your legs out on your bed and grinning like an idiot.
"Aw, listen to you. It's cute when you act like you're not just calling me to get your rocks off."
Johnny huffed. "Come on, honey, don't sell me so short. I happen to enjoy our little talks, whether or not my dick is involved."
You tucked your phone between your ear and your shoulder to free up your hands, letting one drift down between your thighs to just barely rub at yourself through your panties.
"Well, is your dick involved right now? It would kinda suck if it isn't, given that I'm sitting on my bed in just my underwear right now."
"Oh? Do tell." You heard shuffling sounds on Johnny's end as he got comfortable, and pictured him laying out on his bed or his couch with a lazy grin on his face and an arm folded behind his head, the way he'd always sat in chairs on set during the filming of the Jackass movie where you and him had met. You hadn't been able to see each other in person since filming had ended a few months earlier, but your weekly phone calls ensured the image of him stayed fresh in your mind.
"Nothing too interesting, just black panties. The fabric's nice and thin though, so I can feel everything through it." You rubbed little circles over your pussy through your panties, just barely applying pressure, and you could hear Johnny take a sharp breath.
"I dunno, baby, that sounds pretty damn interesting to me. Tell me more. Paint a pretty picture for me of what you're doing right now."
There was a clinking sound, like he was pulling down the zipper of his pants, and you gasped in faux-offense.
"Johnny, are you unzipping your pants already? What a pervert, I haven't even said anything yet. You didn't even wait for me to tell you that my boobs are completely out and I'm touching myself through my panties...oops, guess I've told you now."
You could hear Johnny's toothy grin in the tone of his voice. "You've got a lot of nerve getting onto me for something you're already doing, sweetie. Sounds to me like we're on the same page."
"Are we? I mean, I'm already touching myself, and it doesn't sound like you've even taken your dick out yet."
"Oh, you'll know when I have, baby, just be patient. Are you fingering yourself yet?"
You hummed a 'no' and sighed. "No, not yet. You need to get me in the mood first, Knoxville. Put that sexy voice to use and make me wet."
Johnny whistled. "That's a daunting task. Let me think...you wanna hear the dream I had about you last night?"
You raised a curious eyebrow. "Depends on what type of dream it was."
"You know what type of dream it was, baby. I don't remember how it started, but at some point you were suddenly in my living room, just standing there completely naked and doing this sexy little dance for me. God, it was so fucking hot. You sat in my lap at one point, and we were making out and you were letting me touch your boobs, and then I went to touch your pretty little pussy and you stopped me."
His breathing got a little heavier, like he was getting turned on just from remembering the dream — which he probably was.
"Why'd I stop you?" You let your voice drop down to a lower, more sultry tone, pressing your fingers down more firmly against your panties to apply a little more pressure.
"I'm so glad you asked, baby. You stopped me and said I'd have to beg you for it if I really wanted to touch you there...Jesus Christ, I'm already hard as a rock just from talking about it."
You grinned to yourself when you heard the muffled sound of rustling fabric; you'd had enough phone calls with Knoxville to know that that sound was him freeing his hard cock from the confines of his jeans.
"I can tell, you're breathing like you just ran a marathon. That's not a half bad idea though, making you beg. Shame you're not here in person to recreate that little dream with me."
Johnny sighed wistfully. "Don't I wish. You know the rules though, baby, phone calls only. Guess I'll have to settle for your pretty voice and my filthy imagination for now."
You pointedly ignored the first remark; remembering that Johnny had a wife who wasn't aware of your little arrangement was the last thing you wanted to do during what was supposed to be a sexy phone call.
"Guess so. Why don't you use that imagination of yours to try and picture what I'd do to you if I were there right now?"
You pushed your panties aside and pushed a finger inside, moaning softly under your breath, and you heard Johnny swallow heavily.
"Shit, sweetie, sounds like you're already picturing it for me. But since you asked, I like to think you'd be sitting between my legs right now with that sexy little mouth around my hard dick."
His breathing was still getting heavier and heavier, but you could tell he wasn't touching himself yet. Time to spur him on.
"Just the thought of that makes me wet. I think about sucking your cock all the time, you know. Even on set I got so horny just thinking about pushing you into one of those little ass closets and yanking your boxers down and getting my mouth around your long, hard dick. I bet it tastes amazing, too, so I'd probably end up getting addicted to giving you blowjobs and would have to beg you to let me do it every day."
Johnny let out a sharp moan, and you could hear through the phone that he'd started pumping his slick shaft in his free hand.
“You wouldn’t have to beg me for shit, baby, you’d have full access whenever the fuck you wanted it. All day, everyday, no questions asked. You could even write your name in lipstick on it if you wanted to, just to claim it as yours.”
You giggled, pushing another finger in and laying your head back against the pillow.
“Wouldn’t that be cute? Your boxers would get all fucked up when you put them back on though, it would look like a crime scene.”
“It would be totally worth it. What are you doing now?” His voice went slightly breathy, and you tried to imagine what he was doing; you pictured his big, sexy hand working up and down his shaft, his long fingers rubbing the head, his hips jerking and twitching every time he thrust into his own grip.
"I've got two fingers in...I may free up my other hand here in a second to play with my tits, too, but I'm not sure yet."
Johnny groaned. "If I was there I could free up both your hands for you, baby. Right now I've got my eyes closed so I can pretend my hand is yours, it's a lot sexier that way."
You hummed, rubbing circles over your clit and closing your eyes.
"That's a good idea, actually, I'll do the same. Maybe if I put enough fingers in it'll feel like you're fucking me with that big, thick dick."
You couldn't tell if the sound that came out of Johnny's mouth after that was a moan, a laugh, or both, but you knew that one little sentence from you had turned him on tenfold.
"I'm awfully tempted to say you're being too generous, but this is supposed to be a sexy call, so I'll just agree with your size assumptions for now. Tell me how you'd want me to fuck you, baby."
"First I'd want you to kiss me everywhere; my lips and my forehead and my neck and my tits and wherever else you can reach. What else?"
Another moan-laugh. "Baby, I'd kiss you all over, you don't have to worry about that. I'd have my lips all over that sexy body for as long as you'd let me, all the way down to that pretty little pussy."
You whined softly, moving your fingers a little faster and bucking your hips up to make them go deeper. "I don't think I'd be able to wait much longer after that. I'd let you tease my pussy with your fingers and your cockhead for a little, but eventually I'd get too impatient and I would need you to fuck me right then and there."
Johnny panted. "I'd fuck you anywhere you wanted, sweetie. A bed, a couch, the shower...I could fuck you against the wall, too. You'd hook those sexy legs around my waist, and I'd fuck you so deep with my mouth on your neck."
Your fingers hit your most sensitive spot, and your mouth dropped open, a loud moan leaving your lips. "Fuck, that's so hot, baby. I'd love if it you gave me hickeys all over my tits and my neck, right where everyone could see them."
"Yeah, you'd like that? You'd want me to mark you as all mine, sweetie?"
You huffed, bucking your hips up so your fingertips rammed your sensitive spot over and over again, feeling your orgasm start to build up.
"Of course I would. If you were fucking me, I'd want everyone else to know about it. You're so goddamn sexy, and you'd fuck me so good that no one else would even be able to compare. I'd need everyone to know they wouldn't have a chance with me cuz I'd be so devoted to your dick, Johnny."
Johnny let out a long, low groan, the slick wet sounds of his hand jerking his cock becoming louder as he fucked his hand even more roughly to bring himself closer to the edge.
"You turn me on like no one else, you know that, baby? I mean, 10 minutes on the phone with you and I already feel like I'm about to cum harder than I ever have in my fucking life."
You grinned, throwing your head back against your pillow and roughly fucking yourself on your fingers, moaning needily as you got closer and closer to cumming. You were admittedly exaggerating your sounds just a little bit, but you figured it was necessary given that he couldn't see you and was going solely off of what he could hear.
"I feel the same way about you, Johnny. I'm so fucking close right now, I dunno how much more I can take."
Johnny's voice dropped dangerously low, going slightly gravelly as he spurred you on. "Don't hold back, baby, I need to hear you cum for me. Keep fucking yourself with your fingers and pretending it's me, honey, let me make you feel so good. That's it, keep going...pretend it's me fucking you nice and rough. Get your hands all over those gorgeous tits and pretend I'm playing with them and giving you hickeys."
You started to respond, struggling for breath from the pleasure, and he cut you off to speak again.
"You're all mine, baby. Doesn't matter if we never get to do this in person, sweetie, that pretty little pussy belongs to me. You belong to me. Cum for me, baby, show me you're mine."
"Oh fuck, Johnny, I'm gonna—fuck, I'm gonna cum—"
You came with a loud moan, throwing your head back against the pillow and practically dropping the phone as you rode out your orgasm. You could hear Johnny absolutely losing it on the other end, cursing to himself and groaning as he jerked off to the sounds of your pleasure.
"Let it all out, baby, I'm right there with you...I'm so fucking close to cumming, baby, my cock's about to burst..."
You came down from your orgasm, breathing heavily and regaining your grip on your phone to encourage him.
"Cum for me baby, stroke your cock for me and make yourself cum. Pretend I'm kneeling right there in front of you, begging you to cum all over my tits—"
You didn't even get to finish your sexy suggestion before Johnny came with the loudest groan you'd ever heard from him, the sound getting muffled on his end as he presumably shoved the phone down to focus on pumping out his load. You felt a longing ache (both in your heart and between your legs), wishing you could actually be there to watch him cum and to lap it up for him, but you knew that wasn't an option; all you could do was savor the sound of him coming undone.
After a moment, both of you were back on the phone, listening to each other's panting and soft breathing. Johnny was quiet for a moment, and then he chuckled, sighing fondly.
"God, sweetie, that was fucking amazing. I mean, it always is, but this was...something else. You have no idea how badly I miss you. Not even just when we're doing this, I mean all the time. I can't believe we haven't seen each other in months."
You smiled sadly. "Neither can I. Makes me wish I'd spent more time with you when we were on set; I guess I didn't realize we'd never have time to see each other after filming ended."
Of course, that was only half true. You genuinely hadn't realized you wouldn't get to see Johnny outside of the Jackass set, but not getting to see him had less to do with time and more to do with the fact that he was a married man (and a father, no less). You tried not to dwell on that fact too much when the two of you were having your little sessions, but it was much harder not to think about it afterward.
"I know, sweetie, I'm sorry. You know how it is. These little phone calls are as far as we can go, as long as I'm married."
This wasn't the first time Johnny had said something like that; you'd previously thought he meant that you couldn't do it because someone (his wife, the paparazzi, one of the other Jackass guys) would catch you, but you'd come to learn that he actually meant you couldn't do it because as far as he was concerned, the phone calls were the only sexual thing the two of you could do together without it actually being cheating.
"I get it, it's just hard not to wish things could be different."
Johnny went quiet again, then spoke softly. "Maybe one day, they will."
More silence from both sides. You couldn't really think of anything to say; you knew better than to press the matter further, or to talk like you were certain things would change.
Eventually, Johnny sighed in that way he always did when he was rubbing his forehead and frowning.
"I hate to go, baby, but my wife's supposed to be home here in the next ten minutes. I'll make it up to you next time, I don't want to seem like I'm cumming and going."
He chuckled, and you forced a laugh. "No worries. I need a nap after how hard you made me cum. Same time next week?"
"Even sooner, darlin', otherwise I'll miss you too much. I'll call again the second I'm able to."
Your somber mood was lifted slightly, and you smiled. "Sounds good. Bye, Johnny."
"Bye, baby. Don't talk dirty to anyone else, you know I don't like to share."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
He hung up, and you dropped the phone with a frown. It was the first time he'd mentioned missing you, or promised to call you as soon as he could instead of waiting another week like you always did, and it was certainly the only time he'd ever implied that things could be different — or that he wanted them to be. It all seemed so intimate, given how often he stressed that the phone calls were "harmless fun."
You stared up at the ceiling, unable to stop yourself from picturing Johnny's handsome, grinning face, picturing his body on top of yours, picturing his hands rubbing all over you without the phone separating you from each other. Picturing him calling you up to tell you he was leaving his wife.
