#jackass3

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.

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.

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. 

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.

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

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Johnny Knoxville x fem!reader nsfw

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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.

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.  

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.