#ryan dunn oneshot

[dunnswrld]

“dont make a mess sweetheart i gotta stunt in ten minutes.”

is what johnny said to you as he lifted his head from the sweet spot between your thighs, a cocky grin plastered on the fake cowboys face as your juices and his spit dripped down his chin.

“f-fuck off.”

you said breathlessly, johnny only letting out a soft chuckle before he spoke.

“aw dont be so mean.”

is all he said before he connected his lips with your sensitive cilt again. a moan leaving your lips as his mouth returned to the spot you needed him the most.

your fingers were tangled in johnnys brown hair as he ate you like his last meal, the sound of his soft groans could not only be heard but felt against your core; shivers going up your spin as your eyes crossed from the amount of overwhelming pleasure.

everytime johnny was between your thighs it was better then the last if thats even possible. you swear there was no man that enjoyed eating pussy more then your boyfriend did.

johnnys brown eyes looked up at you from between your thighs. his erection only ached more as he saw your reaction to him between your thighs, you looked completely overstimulated with pleasure and he loved it.

this only motivated johnny to push himself deeper between your thighs, his tongue lapping circles around your cilt as lewd slurping noises came from his actions. a high pitched moan leaving your lips as your grip on johnnys hair tightened.

“j-johnny i-im gonna-”

you felt johnnys grip on your hips tighten as he became almost determined to make you cum, and make you cum hard.

you could swear you saw stars as you let out a strain of moans as your hands tried to grab anything they could, a intense wave of pleasure shooting through your body as johnny didnt even care to slow down. he wanted you to be completely worn out from his tongue.

it wasnt until your chest began to rise and fall heavily did johnny stop, slowly kissing his way from between your legs to your cheek. he then gave you a sweet and passionate kiss, he slightly laughed feeling how lazily you kissed back. you were beat.

when johnny pulled away from the kiss you saw his mouth and face that was covered with your cum and his spit. your face couldnt help but turn red at seeing the aftermath of your boyfriend eating you out.

“i said dont make a mess sweetheart.”

johnny softly teased with a shit-eating smirk on his face, using the bottom of his shirt to wipe his mouth off.

(coming back from the dead to write the smallest piece of whatever this is cause i had the urge to write maybe if it does good ill write again idk😟)

[indicafaeries]

morning sesh

ryan dunn x gn!reader

warnings: uhhh like weed smoking, swearing, all that good stuff

going camping w/ the gang and having a lil morning sesh with your boyfie

fluff

a/n: hi this is my first time writing fanfic in ages so please leave me some feedback, i hope that you all like it!! i do apologise if it’s bad or short, i write this in a manic episode while high😭😭

you stretch feeling your boyfriend sit up in your shared sleeping bag, the the warm orange hues of the sunrise permeating into the tent. “sorry babe i didn’t mean to wake you” ryan says, his voice rough having only woken up a few moments ago, leaning over to kiss your cheek. “i was planning to have a little early morning sesh, if you’re awake enough to join that is” he smiles looking down at you chuckling as you sit up hearing the word sesh.

“i’m awake enough” you mumble tiredly, leaning on him. he wraps an arm around you pulling you into him, smelling the soft scent of his shampoo and the forrest outside.

Ryan already had a mix going to your surprise, all he was missing was rolling paper, he rummaged through his bag searching for it. you reached into your pillowcase pulling out a pack of rolling paper covered in heart designs, Ryan looked over at you curiously “they got hearts on them” he smiled laughing at the little design as he snatched them from you. “hey they’re cute” you say defensively, crossing your arms only causing him to laugh more. “calm down, i like em, i too think they’re cute” he said with a smile and he started rolling joints “put on some music but don’t be too loud, i don’t want bam or dico or someone to wake up cause i’ll have to roll more” he added quietly as he watched you pull out your little ipod.

you scroll through some songs before settling on when you were young by the killers, turning it down a little. ryan grinned enjoying your song choice as he hands you a joint, lighting his own. as you reach for the lighter he laughs pulling away from you “ryan” you begin protesting frustratedly but before you can react properly he puts his lit joint to yours as it sits in between your lips, then taking a drag of his own, “yes y/n?” he says with that shit eating grin he always has on his face, “nothing” you say looking back down smiling, your cheeks going a soft pink colour. ryan chuckles as you both sit here, his arm around you as you both smoke your joints, enjoying the music.

“you wanna know something y/n?” ryan smiles softly, the weed starting to take its effect on you both, “what’s that ry?” you murmur looking up at him “you’re so beautiful and i love you so much” he says smiling sweetly still, holding his joint between his fingers as he brushes hair behind your ear. “i love you so much too” you say leaning into his touch as he inhales some of his joint, leaning down to kiss you and blow the smoke into your mouth. you realised everything right now in this moment was perfect, you loved your boyfriend more than anything and he reciprocated that.

suddenly half the tent collapses in, two loud laughs echoing into the tent as you and ryan hear bam speak in a sing song voice while breaking into your tent with dico behind him “you forgot us you bitches.”

[kunntzsstuff]

Hi! First, I wanted to say your mood boards are amazing!! And then I have a request:

Fem reader and highschool bam dating and they sneak out at night to go smoke and look at the stars (hcs or fic, whichever you prefer)

I totally understand if you don't want to write this, I just thought it would be so cute😭

💥 sneaking out w bam 💥

(this is my first time writing anything like this so pls lemme know if yous like it!!!)

You almost screamed when you heard a knock at your window. Jumping out of bed to go and see what it was, being greeted with your boyfriends shit-eating grin. You let out a loud sigh, "Bam! You scared the shit out of me"

Replying with a mumbled sorry and a laugh, he tries to climb through your window, not so gracefully.

After helping him inside, trying to keep as quiet as possible (not easy with a boy as clumsy as bam), you went back to your bed, laying down and closing your eyes. Feeling the bed dip beside you, you turn your head and open your eyes only to find bam already staring at you. He just smiles and moves closer, wrapping his arm round you.

You stay like that for a while in a comfortable silence, until bam speaks up. "We should go somewhere"

You almost scoff at his words, "I'm grounded?? We can't really do that" He just stares at you and smiles again, you roll your eyes not even wanting to know what he was thinking.

This was how you ended up practically hanging out your window while bam was stood at the bottom.

"You'll be fine, i'll catch you" shooting you a wink.

You rolled your eyes and laugh at him, finally managing to get out and start climbing down.

Yous walk round for a bit, fingers interlinked until you realise, "Where are we going?"

"Oh I know a place, don't worry"

You decide it's probably better to not question him this time.

Yous walk for another half an hour, making small talk and laughing with eachother, until you come to a stop at some gas station car park.

Bam takes you round the back and tell yous to close your eyes. He's guiding you with your fingers interlocked until he tells you to reopen your eyes.

Your greeted with a small field. Giving him a confused look, you tilt your head to the side. He responds with a small smile and continues dragging you.

He suddenly lets go of your hand and lies down on the grass. You follow his actions and sit next to him for a while. He pulls you down so your lying beside him, with his arm around your neck.

This is when you realise the stars above shining back at you. You look to him with a smile to find him already staring at you, he pulls you closer with a kiss to your forehead.

You feel his arm move and you slightly frown at the loss of warmth. Moving your gaze to him, you see he's holding out a cigarette for you. You take it, mumbling a small thank you. His arm quickly returns to it's original place, bringing back the warmth that was lost.

Yous stay like that for a while, leaving you to think to yourself. You find yourself wondering how you managed to find a boy as amazing as Bam. Looking to him again, you quickly pull him into a kiss to silently show your love for him.

[theweirdspacejellyfish]

Ryan Dunn x bam

Sweet release by disasterboy - 488 words and oneshot

Mall of bam by MunchingBroito667 - 824 words and oneshot

You could be mine by CRUXSADO - 1,775 words and oneshot

Forget me not by Random Hero (Pvenom) - 5,127 words and oneshot

Just getting off by gaialux - 1,992 words and oneshot

Snake tree by Jane St Clair (3jane) - 1,441 words and oneshot

[riotcontrolmargera]

i was wondering if u could do something with dunn. i was thinking fem reader and it having to do with lots of dirty talk 🫣

dirty talk - ryan dunn x reader

female reader. requested.

note: absolutely i can do smthn with dunn ♡

warning: nsfw. very light dom & sub dynamics, if you squint, you might see it. oral (f receiving), masturbation (f), sex, overstimulation, dirty talk.

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you and ryan had been together for years but anyone who didn't know you two would probably assume that you two were new lovers, as it seemed the honeymoon phase had never ended. there was so much love between you two and everyone could see it. you two were inseparable, two birds of a feather - you recalled knox describing your relationship. it was no secret that you two were all over each other whenever you got the chance to be. the flame between you two never seemed to dim, no matter how much time passed.

whenever you visited him on set and he wasn't doing a stunt, he was right there besides you with his arms around you - and that's exactly the position that you two were in now. he was standing behind you with his arms fastened around your shoulders as you both watched on as johnny did a stunt with bulls.

you were shivering moments prior since it was quite cold out and the breeze was relentlessly hitting the little skin that was exposed on your body but you felt much warmer in his arms. you knew that filming was close to ending for the day so you turned your head to speak to him. "what do you wanna do when we get home?" you asked him in a quiet tone, being careful to not ruin the shot with your chatting. he pressed a couple of kisses to your cheek, the rough hair of his beard tickling against your cheek causing you to giggle. "i can think of a couple things..." he muttered into your ear so that you were the only one to hear it.

"like what, ry?" you asked him, only imagining what he could possibly mean by that. his arms around your shoulders tightened a little to give you a gentle squeeze. "i want to kiss every little inch of your body." he whispered in your ear in a sultry tone, as soon as you heard it, you could feel your body tingle. it was no chore for ryan to turn you on, or at least, start to get your motor humming. "every inch?" you questioned.

to which he nodded his head and you heard him let out a soft and breathy chuckle. "every inch. i can't wait to get you home, im getting hard just thinking about it." he mused to which you give him a gentle slap to his bicep - feeling your cheeks heat up at his choice of words. you knew that he wasn't exaggerating either as you could feel something poking into your back. "damn it, dunn!" you couldn't help but quietly laugh.

you spent the rest of the time trying to focus on knoxvilles stunt, trying to refrain from thinking about what you and ryan would be doing as soon as you both got home- but that proved to be quite the challenge.

soon - but not soon enough - knox was finished with his stunt and filming wrapped up for the day, after packing everything up for the day; you and ryan went to say your 'goodbye's and 'see you tomorrow's to the boys and the crew. it felt like forever as you were waiting for ryan to finish talking with the boys, you had already made sure to say goodbye to all of them but ryan was definitely taking his god damn time with it. you were sure that he was only doordling to torture you and you hated him in the moment for it. admittedly, you were getting impatient as all you wanted to do was get him home so that you could rip his pants off.

you saw him looking at you, chuckling slightly. you hadn't realised that you were wearing your impatience and discontent on your face as you stood around and waiting for the conversation to end. "alright guys, we will see ya all tomorrow." he finally said and you felt some sense of relief. you waved a goodbye before walking to ryans car, hand in hand with him. you moved into the passenger seat and he moved into the driver's, turning on the engine before he started driving towards your shared home.

he kept one hand on the steering wheel of his car, the other hand took its place on your inner thigh. you took a breath in, feeling the warmth of his hand seep through the fabric of your ratty blue jeans. "i love how flustered you get. it's so fucking hot." he told you as his thumb started to rub circles on your thigh, his hand crept up your thigh - getting closer to your core. "i want you to touch yourself until we get home." he told you but it seemed like more of an order.

immediately, your hands came to the belt you were wearing to keep your baggy jeans up - undoing the buckle quickly. the button to your jeans was then quickly undone, you positioned yourself so that you were watching him the entire time. your hand sliding underneath the fabric of the panties you were wearing. you let out a shuddered breath as your cold fingers tips came into contact with your sensitive clit, "fuck, im so wet." you breathed out before starting to move your fingers in a circular motion.

your mind was racing with all the potential scenarios that could play out once you and ryan got home - there was always some excitement about having sex with ryan, for one, you knew that it was going to be good. secondly, you and him were always looking for something new to try and often times, its a spur of the moment idea.

you sucked in a breath before letting out a quiet string of pleasured noises, wanting to let him know much you needed him in that moment. "fuck ryan..." you whimpered out, keeping your eyes on him. he glanced over every so often. your head lulled back against the seat, looking at him through lidded eyes, sliding your fingers down to meet your entrance before sliding the two fingers inside of you. "you sound so fucking sexy, christ." he groaned, trying to focus in driving and not the ache in his jeans.

for several minutes you altered between fingering yourself and paying attention to your clit, making sure to make as many of those pretty noises for him. as soon as he pulled into the driveway, you removed the hand from your pants as he stopped the car and removed the keys from the ignition. you used your other hand to grab his face to turn his head towards you - moving your coated fingers to his lips, to which he promptly took them into his mouth and sucked them clean. he let out a groan. "i can't wait to get inside and have my way with you." he told you in a sultry tone.

once you both raced to get inside, he shut the door behind him and pulled you into him - before you could do anything, he was kissing you with such intensity and passion. you could feel his hot and heavy breaths as well as the prickle of his beard. your hands came to the collar of his shirt, gripping the fabric in the balls of your hands as you both started blindly navigating the house to find a surface - preferably a bed... but neither of you made it that far.

the next thing that you knew was that he was lifting you with such ease onto the pool table that occupied the dining room, he never broke the kiss and you didn't want him too - his hands pushed the unopened bills and the balls to the side, you could hear the clinking of the balls hitting each other and the sides of the table. your hands came down to the hem of his shirt, pulling up until it reached his chest and it was only then that the kiss broke. you removed his shirt and tossed it to the ground, only briefly looking at his naked torso before your vision was obscured by your own shirt coming up.

you lifted your arms as he removed it, tossing it to the side much like you did with his. "fuck, i will never get enough of looking at you." he breathed in before leaning to kiss your neck before moving down further your body. you let out a breathless giggle as the coarse beard hairs tickled your bare skin. his hands pulled down your already undone jeans, your underwear going down with it as you lifted your bum up to help him get the garments off easier.

as soon as they were off and onto the floor, you watched as ryan moved onto his knees in front of you and you instinctively spread your legs for him until he positioned them over his shoulders- starting to kiss and suck at the skin of your inner thighs. "christ, baby, you're so fucking sexy." he muttered against your skin. you shivered as you felt his hot breath hit your sensitive core.

you kept your eyes on him, finding the sight of him between your legs extremely erotic - if you had a camera on you, you'd be tempted to take a picture and make sure the memory lasted a life time.

as soon as his mouth comes into contact with your pussy - you knew that it was game over - ryan loved giving head and he was relentless when it came to it. it was equally for your pleasure and for his. his tongue moved between your folds a couple times, lapping up your juices like his life was dependent on it - low boyish groans of pleasure came from his lips. you leaned back, placing your hands behind you on the felt material of the pool table to hold your body weight. you let out a long string of pleasured moans, your head lulled back as your eyes fluttered shut.

you could feel the contrast of his soft, wet tongue and the prickle of his beard against your sensitive skin - and you loved the sensation that it provided. ryan applied some pressure as he sucked on your clit before running his tongue up and down it a couple times - altering between the two for several minutes. he loved the way your body reacted to him, the trembles that took over your body and the little gasps that escaped from your lips, every time he hit a specific nerve with his tongue. "you taste so fucking good, christ, i could do this all day." you heard him mutter against you, his teeth grazing against your sensitive nub gently. your thighs clenched around his head, letting out a heavy breath. "well, im not gonna stop you baby." you breathed out and chuckled gently.

he brought his fingers up to your core, teasing your hole with his finger tips. an involuntary whine came from your lips. "please ryan- don't tease me now." you breathed, looking back down at him to see that his eyes were on you, observing your reaction. he let out a chuckle. "i love how needy you are, darling." he mused, sliding two fingers inside of you. his eyes dropped down to watch what he was doing - thrusting his long fingers inside you, moving them at a medium yet consistent rhythm. he managed to hit all the right spots inside of you consistently, making your thighs tremble and your toes curls. "fuck, fuck- shit baby" you managed to get out.

"you look so pretty with my fingers in you like this- you going to cum baby?" he asked to which you nodded you're head, you could feel your orgasm coming on fast as his fingers stroked against the bundle of nerves inside you. "come on baby, let me see you cum on my fingers- that's a good girl, christ." you heard him ushering you to your orgasm and praising you as you came around his fingers. he pressed a kiss to your clit before sliding his fingers out, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean.

you couldn't help but let out a giggle as you could see his lips glisten from your arousal on them. "come here." you beckoned, moving your fingers in a 'come here' motion and he did. he stood up and one of your hands came up to the back of his hair, pulling him into a passionate and lustful kiss, your fingers tracking through his greasy blond curls. his course hands coming to your waist and holding you close to him while your hands travelled down his chest and stomach to his jeans - enjoying the feeling of his warm skin under your finger tips.

once your hands made it to the cool metal of his belt buckle, you unbuckled it with ease and dropped it off to the side. you moved back from the kiss but only slightly, his lips ghosting over yours - you could still feel his hot breath on them. "i need to feel you inside of me, please, please." you breathed in a ruttish tone. he moved his head to start to kiss your jaw down to your neck. "please ryan, please." you begged softly and he chuckled at your words.

"look at you begging, that's so sweet. you've already came once and you want more? aren't you greedy tonight?" he asked, pulling back from his actions to look at you, his blue eyes meeting yours. "ryan- please." you plead with him, your hands resting on the waist band of his jeans. he gave you an adoring smile, loving every second that you were acting like this for him. "don't worry, princess, I'll take care of you." he said, quickly and less than gracefully removing the rest of his clothes.

as soon as he was standing completely naked in front of you, he came back to you to which you wrapped your arms over his broad shoulders as his hands moved to your waist. you could feel the head of his penis press against the entrance of your pussy, you breathed in. "can i hear you beg for it one more time?" he whispered into your ear, kissing your earlobe gently, tugging on it with his teeth in a gentle manner.

you shuddered a breath. "please- please... fuck me, please. i need you so bad." you begged, digging your nails into his shoulders - with your words, he slid his cock into you. you both simultaneously let out a sound of pleasure as he slowly slid deeper inside of you. "fuck- your pussy feels so fucking good, christ." he let out a low groan, starting to thrust his hips forward - he always started off slow and gentle, which you appreciated but you didn't need that at this moment.

"please- honey, you don't need to be gentle with me, please- i can take it." you breathed, bringing your face to meet the blue eyed boys. your nose touched, his heavy breaths hitting your lips just as yours did his - you secured your arms around his shoulders tighter as his thrusts became more rapid and ragged, the only thing you could let out from your mouth was a mix of quiet moans and a cascade of profanities and blasphemys as his cock penerated you in all the right ways. it never took him long to find the right rhythm that drove you wild. "listen to all those pretty sounds you're making for me, princess- i know you can be louder than that, come on. i want to hear how good im making you feel." he ushered, his strong and calloused hands moving down from your waist to firmly grab a hold of each of your ass cheeks.

he thrusted deeper until he was practically balls deep inside of you, his hands holding you close to him- while he fucked you, nearly animalistic against the pool table. as your head tilted back, the sounds that came from your mouth became louder. you felt his lips come to your exposed neck, kissing and biting at the skin roughly, leaving marks all over the skin there. "oh god- oh god." you struggled out as one of your hand moved to the back of his hair, tangling themselves in the strands and tugging on them roughly. the kisses proceeded upwards stopping at the place just below your earlobe. "you love it when i fuck you like a whore, don't you?- fuck yeah, you do." he muttered into your ear, tugging at your earlobe with his teeth.

it didn't take much for that familiar feeling deep inside of your stomach to start building up and for your thighs to start trembling- "ryan- fuck, im close-" you breathed out, a wave of pleasure coming over your body cutting you off. it was unexpected for the both of you, your body clenched around him and released in a matter of seconds. you took a breath, tilted your head back into an upright position - seeing that your boyfriend was looking at you with a dumbfounded look on his face. "did- did you just cum?" he asked and you nodded, a shy expression came across your face.

"im sorry, i didn't mean too-" "are you kidding me? that was fucking hot." he interrupted, leaning down to kiss your lips, his cock still hard inside of you. you kiss him back before pulling back from the kiss. "i want you to use me until you finish." you told him through an utterance of your breath, running your hand through his hair.

"what was that?" he asked, you were certain that he heard exactly what you said - but wanted to hear you say it again, louder... to use your voice. you unwrapped yourself from his shoulders, laying back down against the pool table, keeping your legs locked around him securely. "you said... you wanted to have your way with me- so... use me until you've had enough. i can take it." you said with more confidence in your tone, louder too.

he asked for reassurance one more time to make sure that its what you wanted - because he's polite like that - once you confirmed it once more, it was definitely game over for you. you didn't think that you were so sensitive until his cock started thrusting into you and finding the same rhythm that he had going before... you couldn't help the trembling of your thighs or the pathetic whimpers that came from your lips. "good girl— that's a good fucking girl." you heard him praise, one of his hands gripped your hips while the other rested on your stomach.

you found it hard to focus on anything, your body was feeling so overwhelmed with pleasure- every time he hit that bundle of nerves it sent electro shocks through your entire body. you hadn't even noticed that you had started to cry from the sensations that you felt - but there was no denying that you liked it. "christ, you're doing so well baby, im almost there- do you think that you can give me one more, hm- i think you can." he said, holding back low grunts in the back of his throat.

you nodded your head, already feeling close to on edge of your third orgasm of the night... and with that, he doubled down on his actions and thrusted faster - and you could have sworn that you seen stars. "fuck- fuck!" came from his lips but it didn't even register that he said anything to you because in a few thrusts, you reached your third high - and he came to his first, cumming deep inside of you. your body felt like it was on fire, in the best possible way, as you were coming down, you could feel your body occasionally twitch.

he slid out from you and took a couple of seconds to recollect himself before helping you, helping you sit up and supporting your weight. "you okay, baby?" he asked softly, concern riddled in his voice as he worried that he went too far with you. he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a warm hug, you leaned into his chest and wrapped your arms around him. "yeah. never better, ry." you chuckled softly.

he pressed a kiss to your forehead, muttering praises towards you, telling you how good you were before picking you up and taking you to the bedroom. he got you cleaned up and dressed into warm clothes before laying you on the mattress (that was on the floor.). he, of course, climbed in besides you and wrapped his arm around you.

"you know that i love you, right?" he asked, watching you as you nestled into his chest, cuddling into him. "what kinda question is that, dunn?" you replied, a smile coming across your lips as you looked up at him. "of course i do, nobody loves someone quite like you do. it's hard to miss."

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note: if the ending is a little bit shit, i apologise... it's very late at night and i just finished it. it's also relatively unedited so if you saw any mistakes, no you didn't ... but i hope y'all like this anyway.

[knoxvilleaura]

Convinced he was born to be a dilf

[knoxvillesjackass]

retaliation

𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦; 𝑖𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑝𝑖𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ..

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“Are you bored?” Johnny asked. He leaned his muscular arm over my chair and pulled the chair closer to him.

“No, not at all,” I smiled. Johhny turned his head. He saw right through me. He always did.

“You’re lying to me,” Johnny spat.

My breath hitched as I felt his eyes burning into my soul.

“You know I don’t like it when you lie to me, babe.”

Johnny breathed against my neck and placed a small peck on my jawline.

It was Ryan's birthday. Johnny and I had been invited to his house for what I'd expected to be a small get-together with friends, which had instead turned out to be a massive feast.

A big, square table was placed in the middle of the living room. Nearly 60 people were gathered around it, talking and having fun.

Yet, Johnny had seemed to notice my dull mood increasing as the evening had gone by.

“What’s wrong? Tell me,” Johnny asked, almost as an order.

I turned in my chair and faced him. He was, as usual looking gorgeous.

I brushed away a strand of hair from his face.

“It’s just the people, I don’t know anyone here,” I frowned.

Though Johnny and I weren't a new couple — we'd been together for almost five years— I still felt like a complete outsider at social gatherings such as this one.

My social skills were disastrous, not to mention the feeling of regret I felt every time I opened my mouth.

“You’re babbling. You know almost everyone here,” Johnny said.

I huffed and raised my eyebrow.

“No, you know everyone here. I’m just the puppet, that people feel like they have to know to get closer to Mr Knoxville,” I spat irritated, and rolled my eyes.

My exhaustion was getting the best of me.

I could feel Johnny tense up at my minor outburst.

I turned my face away from Johnny and looked straight into the thin air.

Johnny sighed deeply while removing his arm from around my chair.

He took a sip of his beer. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you tonight, but you seriously need to quit it,” Johnny commanded sharply, just loudly enough for me to hear it.

I chuckled at his order. Johnny had always been good at putting me in my place if I were to step out of line. Yet, my temper didn’t always agree with him.

“Alright, I’ll remember that dad,” I grinned sarcastically, not taking his shit for one second. “Look at me,” Johnny ordered. I took a sip of Johnny's beer, snatching it out of his hands, neglecting his command. “Hey! I said look at me,” Johnny spat under his breath, taking his beer back. He grabbed my wrist from under the table to get my attention, but I was quick enough to snatch it out of his grip.

I heard him softly chuckle out of rage. Suddenly, I felt Johnny's long fingers run across my exposed thigh underneath the table. I gasped slightly at Johnny's touch.

“Where did this behaviour come from? Hmm?” Johnny questioned smirking. His voice had softened up a bit, though a tint of anger still hung in his tone. I was too busy focusing on not reacting to Johnny's tight grip on my upper thigh to say anything.

“Mute, are we?” Johnny asked and slid his hand further down my thigh. “Johnny, quit it,” I shrieked quietly and smacked his hand off my thigh. He growled at my rejection of his touch.

“When we get home, I’m going to fuck you so hard, that you’ll wish you never behaved the way you just did,” Johnny whispered.

Oh, the desperation in his voice was almost comedic.

His hand again found its way between my legs, firmly holding onto my inner thigh. His touch sent chills down my spine. Johnny enjoyed the power. He dwelled on it.

He adored seeing me like that. I was fragile in his grip.

My blood rushed to my cheeks as Johnny's fingers slipped under my short dress and pulled my panties to the side.

“Johnny, please," I whimpered pathetically, trying my hardest to not draw any attention to the two of us.

I looked him directly in the eye, surprised to see him acting as if nothing was going on, yet there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

I accidentally let out a loud yelp as Johnny's fingers started rubbing circles on my clit.

“Are you alright?” A guy sitting before me asked. Johnny chuckled slightly at the man’s question.

“Yeah Y/N, are you alright? You look a bit flushed,” Johnny noted as I passed him a peeved look.

“I think I’ve just had a bit too much to drink,” I said politely.

The man nodded and returned to his conversation.

“I’ve had enough of this, I want to leave” I stated and once and for all removed Johnny's hand from my heat.

-

Johnny drove the car back home. It was silent. Once in a while, he passed me a glance, but he knew damn well, that I was too frustrated, sexually, to even think straight.

“I fucking hate you for what you did tonight.” I spat, breaking the silence. The words felt like acid in my mouth.

“Oh, you’ll get over it,” Johnny said, his eyes focused on the road.

I scoffed at his words, but then, all of a sudden, an idea popped into my head. A horrible one at that, but one that was well deserved.

I looked at Johnny, smirking devilishly. He glanced at me confused, but quickly returned his attention to the road.

Slowly and carefully, I placed my hand on his lap. Immediately, I felt his body tense up.

“Y/N,” Johhny hissed, a warning undertone evident in his deep voice.

“What?” I asked innocently, trailing my hand upwards and gently brushing his cock. I could feel him getting hard through the fabric of his jeans.

Johnny let out a faint grunt as I slowly unzipped his pants. His hand grabbed the steering wheel so tightly, that it made his knuckles go white. His jaw clenched and the frustration building up inside of him was only getting stronger by the second, it made him look weak and helpless, to my satisfaction.

After palming him through his boxers, I unzipped his pants and skimmed my hands right where his boxers met his skin until I was sure, that he was completely hard. I teased him for a while, never quite dipping my hand in far enough to grasp him until he was practically begging for it.

“Please, Y/N."

I chuckled internally at how smoothly my plan was going, watching in amusement as Johnny bit his lower lip and let out a loud groan.

"Please what, Johnny?” I asked, unable to control myself, chuckling at how desperate he looked.

Johnny's head snapped in my direction. He grabbed my wrist before pulling down his boxers himself, “Just touch me already."

I couldn’t help but admit how hot that was.

Though just watching him in his state, had made me want him to fuck me right then and there, I wanted him to feel the same disappointment.

A couple of strokes were all before I quickly retrieved my hand from his standing cock.

"What the fuck?” Johnny asked disappointed. A small smirk found its way to my lips as I looked at Johnny, who showed nothing but disappointment.

“Oh, you just wait,” Johnny said with a smirk displayed on his lips.

[m4rgera]

them getting you to do a stunt as a non-member ★ jackass

johnny - best day of this mother fuckers life. he’s been trying to get you to do a stunt for ages, and when you finally cave into his desires he decides to go all out. he spent hours sketching out ideas with bam letting you pick whichever one you were willing to do. even if it was just a little cliche stunt with a skateboard he still got a kick out of it. definitely wanted to see you do more afterwards.

chris - oh he was completely against the idea, didn’t want you getting hurt. you had wanted to do it for a while and ended up doing it behind his back. even if you didn’t get hurt he really didn’t like the idea. he didn’t want you to keep getting more ballsy and actually end up getting hurt. wasn’t exactly mad at you, just glad you came out of it unharmed. gives you a lecture on proper safety procedures afterwards.

bam - kinda like johnny he encouraged it. wanted you to try it out and see if you liked it, especially before the filming of viva la bam so you could get a feeling of what you would do if you agreed to be on the show. you tried it out, ended up getting hurt but wanted to try again. bam took it pretty hard when you got hurt (even if it was just a couple scrapes) and wanted you to try to be more careful if you tried another stunt.

ryan - at first he was against it but decided there was no way to stop you. you had your mind set on trying a stunt and he knew he couldn’t change your mind. you tried a couple jumps on bikes into bushes just like he used to do, got a couple scrapes and decided it wasn’t for you. he for sure told you “i told you so” afterwards.

ehren - kinda like chris he was completely against the idea. even if you did end up doing it he refused to be there when it happened and didn’t even wanna hear what you were doing (although in the end he was slightly curious.) so when you came home with a few stitches above your eyebrow you both came to the conclusion doing stunts just wasn’t your thing.

dave - so exited to see you try, kinda wanted you to get into it and try it more often so you could come on set with him. he convinced you to try a few stunts, although you didn’t dislike it you just hated the part where it ended with you getting hurt. he would run up to you after every stunt and say “wasn’t that fun?” or “that was fucking sick.”

steveo - surprisingly against it. he knew you were gonna hate it, but decided to let you try. he was there when you did it as if he could guide you through it or something. he really just ended up sitting there and yelling how you where just gonna keep getting hurt. which he was right, you just kept getting more injured. teases you about it afterwards.

[hitmewithabusposts]

Can you write a ryan dunn x reader oneshot? Maybe they meet on a night out and really hit it off?

Of course!!🫶

Napkins

Ryan Dunn x Reader

TW: alcohol, language

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I worked at a bar downtown, bartending 4-5 nights a week. On the upside it was good money, and easy for me to make good tips, downside was dealing with the drunk creepy guys and occasionally having to clean up spilt drinks and vomit from my floors.

It was any other Friday night, my regulars placed around tables of the bar, chatting amongst themselves, when a rowdy gang of guys came strutting in through the door, a couple of them I could tell were already plastered.

Most of them found an empty table, and a few of them found their way up to me. “Welcome in fellas, what can I help you guys with?” I said with a big ole smile, working my way to good tips. The man with sunglasses on his head and a big belt buckle looked over his lenses at me and smiled saying, “a whiskey, and a round of beers at the table please, sweetheart, and can I start a tab?” “sure thing honey, what’s the name?” “Johnny, ma’am” he said as I slid him his whiskey, and moved down to the next guy.

This one I immediately noticed was different from the others, a lot shorter you could say. “What about you?” I asked, looking down at him with the same smile I gave Johnny. “Just a round of shots of whatever tequila you have, and I wanna start a tab too, just put weeman” he smiled sweetly at me as I made a comment about how they’re mixing beer and liquor.

Finally, I got to the last guy in the group who had a small smile on his face already, a beard, and a rose tint to his cheeks. The others had gone back to the table, leaving me and this man up here. “This may be weird, but can I start a tab under this guy?” He said, pulling out a card with the name “Bam Margera” and an ID matching the name on the card that was not his. I notcied Bam was one of his friends he came in with, and got the gist that Bam had no clue he was buying drinks tonight. I laughed and smiled, “sure thing, what’s your name tho honey? Just so when your friend does find out he’s paying for yours, I’ll have a finger to point” I joked, making him smile

“It’s Ryan, I’m with those jackasses over there”

“So I’ve noticed, how did you all find eachother and what in the hell are you guys doing?” I asked, sliding him a bottle of beer he ordered. “Filming a show, I grew up being friends with Bam, and Johnny over there got noticed by a production company by doing self defense shit on himself, so they rounded up some guys who seemed like they’d be down to do stupid shit for a living and here we are filming our show for MTV” he explained, as I nodded.

Throughout the night, Ryan stayed up at the bar chit chatting with me as others started leave for the night, leaving just the Jackass guys.

“Hey lover boy” a guy Ryan told me who’s name was Chris, said coming up to him and pinched his cheek playfully, earning a punch from Ryan. “Did I embarrass you in front of your new girlfriendddd Ryan?” Chris added on, a blush going to Ryan’s cheeks.

“I’m sorry about them” he told me, shamefully putting his head in his hands and laughing. I joined in, “trust me, it’s free entertainment for me, and you don’t make bad company either” I told him with a wink.

“Where the fuck is my card? And my whole wallet actually? Which one of you fuckers has it?” Bam suddenly said, making Ryan burst out laughing, revealing where his stuff had gone. The guys stood around laughing as Bam drunkenly chased Ryan as he yelled “sorry man! I didn’t spend too much!”, Bam finally gave up when Ryan threw his wallet at him.

“You boys ready?” Johnny said, causing the energy to die down slightly. They all came up to me and thanked me, telling me they’d be back in soon, and suddenly all of them were gone except dunn.

“Not gonna leave with your friends?” I questioned, coming around to his side of the bar and sitting on the stool next to him.

“Well, I didn’t want to leave until I got your number, actually” he admitted, looking at me with that same blush on his face.

I grabbed a napkin and wrote my number quickly on it, sliding it to him as he stood up. “You’re already my favorite customer” I told him, as he walked over to me. I leaned up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, earning another smile from him. “I’ll call you tomorrow” he told me, putting the napkin in his pocket and patting it safe. “I’m looking forward to it, have a nice night Dunn” “you too y/n” he said with a wink, before following after his drunk friends who were already half way down the street.

[dunnswrld]

ryan always having to have a hand on you omfg 🧎

oh my god.

he would always have to have a hand on you when your near. no matter where.

you’re standing in front of him? he has a hand placed on your waist.

you’re standing behind him? he’s holding his hand out for you to hold it.

you’re standing next to him? he has a hand wrapped firmly around your waist or a hand placed dangerously low on your back.

he has no clue why he likes having a hand on you at all times so much but he does. he just loves the feeling of you on his skin.

so if he is sitting down you better believe you are sitting pretty on his lap with a hand around your waist as ryan his whispering in your ear about how pretty you look. light kisses being pressed on your neck as you begin to squirm on his lap. but that hand on your waist is quick to stable you.

“don’t get me worked up more than i am, pretty.”

but yeah. ryan loves having his hands on you.

[dunnswrld]

all i’ve been thinking about today is being friends with ryan and you’re at a party with him and the rest of the jackass crew but he’s starting to look at you differently and decides after some encouragement he’s gonna flirt with you all night and doesn’t like when you’re talking to other guys because he wants your attention. definitely the type to kiss you out of nowhere. do with this whatever you’d like if it inspires you <3

SO CUTE OMG

ryan and you have known each other as long as bam has known him. you and bam were the dumb and dumber of your school and did everything together (along with cheis and dico but they were their own duo) so when ryan came to town and bam became close with him it was impossible that you wouldn’t become close too.

the last few years of your guys life have been a roller coaster, with cky ending up doing amazing, bams skating career taking, jackass the tv shooting off in popularity, and now making a jackass movie. with all that ryan hasnt had the time to sit down and think for himself.

but now in the dim lights of the club everyone was in and maybe the alcohol in his system he had time to think now, and he choose to think about you.

ryan watched as you were at the bar chatting it up with some below average guy, thinking anout how you were always too nice to creeps and never jusg told them to f-off.

but thats what ryan loved about you, you were as sweet as candy, but also tough as nails. you had a big heart and deeply cared for everyone you loved. you were so pretty too- like model level pretty. ryan had never met a super pretty girl like you who was super kind and wasnt a raging A-level bitch.

ryan suddenly felt a pit in his stomach as he watched the guy touch your back, laughing at some stupid joke he probably made. ryan knew he was definitely funnier though, he’s made you piss your pants from laughter once. has that random creep? no.

holy shit.

he was jealous.

he was jealous it wasn’t him sitting next to you with an arm around you making yoh laugh and showing your sweet smile. he was jealous he wasn’t buying you drinks. he was jealous he wasn’t complimenting your outfit and telling you how pretty you looked.

ryan wasn’t just jealous, ryan liked you. a lot.

and maybe right now was the first time he got to think about it real long and good but he realized that he always has liked you, and that best friends probably don’t thjnk about kissing other friends. but in his defense he’s barely had the time to think about anything recently.

ryan shot up from the booth he was in, leaving his beer behind, as he marched toward you and this guy. and when he got towards you he took the empty seat on your other side. you were kinda tipsy so you immediately lit up when ryan came and joined you, talking up a store about how you were wondering where he was and why he didn’t come see you sooner! ryan listened to every word you said like it was great knowledge until he noticed your creep was still next to you waiting for you to turn your attention back to him.

“hey- sorry yn hold on- who are you and what’s you’re name dude?”

“oh it’s michael-“

“actually i dont care. could you like go? you’re being a total weirdo just looking over her like that.”

michael, ended up leaving as soon as ryan spoke up and called him a creep. he was probably embarrassed and angry but ryan really didn’t care. you began to get upset at ryan for being so rude to that guy, but you ended up dropping it when ryan ordered you a drink.

ryan watched as you took a sip of your pinkish drink, he was completely in a daze as he watched you. he watched your hand set the glass back onto the marble of the club bar and turn to him. you didn’t say anything to him and instead just looked at him like he looked at you.

ryan wondered if he could taste your fruity drink on your lips if he kissed you, or if he would taste that strawberry chapstick you always used.

but as quick as the idea of kissing you came into the blondes head the quicker he executed the kiss. placing a hand gently on your cheek and bringing his face towards yours.

but just as it started it ended, ryan realized he just basically forced you to kiss him and was weirded out by himself for making you do that.

“holy shit- im so sorry i dont know why i did that. i think im drunk-“

but he was cut off with you surprisingly crashing your lips back into his. and this time as his lips touched yours he could taste your fruity drink and your chapstick at the same time. if a drug tasted like how your lips tasted right now ryan could swear he would be a stone cold addict.

you could taste cigarettes and beer on his tongue, and you could also feel his small beard he was growing. you always wondered if ryan would be a good kisser, and today you found out he was.

when you two pulled away ryan was bright red and smiling like a middle schooler. you couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction, ryan ending up joining you in laughing. but when your laughter died down he looked at you gently with his blue eyes.

“you’re a really pretty girl yn.”

[dunnswrld]

just imagining boyfriend ryan who totally pick you up bridal style when it was raining so you didnt have to step in puddles and get your shoes all wet :(((

[knoxvilleaura]

Some of my favorite pictures of this fine ass man

[dunnswrld]

sorry if this is demanding lol but could you develop further on hooters waitress reader and the boys? That was such a good concept and I’ve reread it like 20 times. I imagine them like arguing over who gets her number and them all following her out the back of the restaurant when she goes out to take a smoke break or something and standing around just to talk to her and fight for her attention😭or they ask her to take part in some stupid steveo bit and any other instance steveo would refuse to embarrass himself infront of a pretty girl but he’d literally do anything for your attention he doesn’t even care what he’s doing aslong as your watching him lmfao. I get it’s a little hard to develop on so no worries if you’d rather not☺️☺️

this isn’t demanding at all dw! i was planning on writing a part two for it anyway so this just gives me an exuse to do it quicker hehe also sorry if this isn’t very good i kinda rushed-

link to part one!

once you left the table to fetch the eight beers and one rootbeer almost all of the guys were babbling about you. they were treating you like you were the only girl on planet earth.

“did you see how pretty she was?”

“yeah we all have eyes ehren.”

“someones mad he’s only 20.”

“shut up!”

johnny seemed to be peaking over towards the bar to see if you would be returning anytime soon, he was hoping he could beat the guys to asking you for your number. but he knew how hard of a game that would be speaking that basically the whole table was after you.

but as he realized how hard it would be to catch you by yourself without any of his friends near the gears in his head began to turn; a competition.

a competition to see who can woo you the most into giving them your number. basically a competition where the best man wins.

johnny would then shush any conversations happening currently so he could explain his idea he thought was brilliant. once he was able to quiet down the table- which already took a lot out of him- he explained his idea for the competition.

“what if we all try and win her over yeah? like a competition? whoever gets her number first wins.”

rick and jeff were 100% on board, they came here to get footage and they would be mad if they left with nothing but a bill. but the rest of the guys were iffy- the thought of being rejected by such a pretty girl like you haunted their thoughts. johnny needed something to get the guys to say yes and fast.

“jeff will pay for our bills if ya guys do it!”

“i will?”

“yes! yes you will!”

after that everyone seemed to be on board, well, everyone but jeff but he probably deserved it.

the table was soon loud once again with bickering coming from almost every guy at the table.

“this challenge is going to be easy as pie.”

“yeah maybe if you arent 12 years old.”

“we probably aren’t the first people to ask her for her number here so we should have nothing to worry about.”

“yeah it just means she’s better at rejecting dudes.”

“am i really paying?”

“steve-o move your damn arm for for the last time! you’re blocking the shot!”

but just as quick as the table got loud it simmered down to silence when a figure appeared at the end of the table. but when the boys were able to look at the waitresses face they realized it wasn’t you- instead it was a shorter girl with bleach blonde hair pulled back into a high ponytail.

as she began to hand out the beers on the tray that rested on her left palm all the guys looked at her in silence, and not because they thought she was attractive- well she was but she wasn’t you. after looking at the girl like she had just walked off a ufo johnny finally spoke up,

“sorry if this sounds rude miss but where is our previous server?”

“oh yn? she’s taking her fifteen in the back, she’ll be back soon-“

the table didn’t even let the poor girl finish her sentence before they all were pushing and shoving to get out of the large booth they were in. all of them seemed to dash out the front doors, rick followed close behind with his camera.

the girl looked back at the table and saw the only man who stayed behind, jeff. he had a rather unhappy face plastered on his own.

“um.. do you want the bill sir?”

*large sigh* “yeah i’ll take the bill.”

johnny was the first one to swing open the front doors to the restaurant, he began to swing his head from left to right hoping he would spot you before anyone else did. when he swung his head to the left once more he saw gray smoke coming from the side of the building. his eyes lit up as he shoved out of the crowd the rest of the guys put him in and quickly jogged over to the corner to see who was behind it.

the rest of the guys followed him, some not even noticing the smoke coming from behind the wall but instead just following him because they didn’t know where to go themselves.

when the boys turned the corner they finally saw you again. you had a white puffer jacket on to protect yourself from the cold fall nights and a freshly lit cigarette between your lips. but the boys weren’t exactly quiet, their stumbling and shifting was rather loud which caused you to turn your head to them. when you recognized the boys as the table you had inside your brows furrowed.

“um you guys could’ve just left the tip on the table you know?”

“what? oh yeah- we aren’t here to give you a tip.”

“…am i not getting one..?”

“no no you are! we just came out here for something else.”

“are you guys about to kidnap me or something? cause if so this is the longest start to a kidnapping ever. aren’t you guys supposed to be quick?”

johnny seemed defeated after your words, it was almost like he was shooting himself in the foot with each sentence he said. he was just nervous- like really nervous.

if it couldn’t get more weird a guy with a camera shoved through the seven other guys with a rather annoyed expression. the man shifted his camera to his left hand and stuck out his right.

“hi im rick nice to meet you- anyway what i think he was trying to say is that we- actually not we just them- came out here to ask you for your number.”

“hey? is that a camera? are you filming?”

“yes and yes say hi to mtv- now back to the point.”

you looked over rick’s shoulder as you shook his hand, the group of seven boys all nervously standing behind him as some gave a smile or a small wave.

“all of them? well i can’t really give it to all of them, that would make me a- you know what im thinking of.”

all eight of the guys nodded at your words, now that they think about it it probably was weird for all seven of them to ask for your number like they did.

“you can pick the best looking one of us!”

all the guys groaned at johnnys words, even rick. everyone knew what johnny implied by that- he was the “it boy” of the group and maybe even the face of their tv show.

“you must get off to setting us all up for failure like that knoxville.” -bam

“seriously dude!” -steve-o

“competitions aren’t always fair boys.” -johnny

“competition? what competition?”

it fell quiet as the boys looked at you, rick holding back maybe the biggest laugh he ever has as he watched the scene unfold. there was no way you were going to take being made into a competition lightly.

“we’re having a competition to see who can get your number first.”

all the guys turned to chris in horror after he so nonchalantly told you that, even with a smile and laugh at the end.

but none of the guys were expecting the silence to be broken by your laughter, they didn’t know if you were laughing cause you were mad or causw you genuinely thought they situation was funny. so, they all nervously began laughing with you. though chris’s laugh was genuine.

“oh my god! thats the funniest thing ive ever been told!- oh no my cigarette-“

“you actually think it’s funny?” -ehren

“well yeah, ive never had people have a competition to get my number before.”

“can one of us get your number then or..?” -ryan

“sorry boys it’s against policy to give out my number to customers.”

“we didn’t even pay for our food our friend did! he’s the only customer!” -bam

“plus you’re on your break! you technically aren’t even working right now.” -dave

you laugh at the boys strong wills, they all seemed very dedicated to this which you couldn’t understand why. you worked at hooters and from your understanding not many guys would want a girl who worked at hooters.

“you all are very funny but i have to get back to work now and thanks to you guys i didn’t get to enjoy my last cigarette in my pack.”

steve-o’s eyes seemed to light up at your words about how you were fresh out of cigarettes. he dug into the pocket of his jeans and shoved past johnny to be face-to-face with you for the first time. he couldn’t help but look at you for a bit just to admire you, your cheeks were rosey from the cold night air and you really were just breathtaking to him.

“here take my pack. i’ve only smoked one stick.”

“oh no i couldnt take your basically new pack, it’s fine really.”

“no seriously dude take it, i have a spare in my hotel room.”

you smiled and took the pack of cigarettes from the boy with the buzzcut and sweet smile. you shoved the pack of cigarettes into your pocket and said your final goodbyes to the group of boys before pushing open the back door of the restaurant. all the boys watched your figure until the large door shut behind you.

“well looks like we all lost the competition.” -chris

“we lost? oh no dude i totally won.”

“what? how the hell did you win steve-o? ya barely said anything other than giving her a pack!” -johnny

“exactly dude i gave her my pack, i write my name and number on the inside in case i lose it!”

“oh you have to be shitting me- i lost because you’re a cheap cigarette smoker who is scared of losing a pack?!” -bam

[knoxvillesjackass]

touched for the very first time - j.k

𝑗𝑜𝘩𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑦

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I had been thinking about it for a while. The more time Johhny and I spent together, the harder I found it to ignore that funny little feeling that formed in my stomach every time we were close. Of course, I hadn’t dared to bring it up to Johnny. I'd even considered lying about it, just to escape the embarrassment. 

A 21-year-old virgin? 

All of my friends had already lost their virginities, and when I was faced with the question as to why I hadn’t, I had no answer. 

It wasn’t like I wanted to wait until marriage. I'd just never found anyone I felt truly comfortable with…..until now.

There was a rather large age gap between Johnny and I. 14 years to be exact. It had never bothered any of us, considering we were two consenting adults who loved each other very much

The two of us were sitting in utter silence on the couch. Not the awkward kind, though. The peaceful, enjoyable kind.

I fidgeted with my fingers. I was 100% positively ready; I wanted Johhny to take my virginity. 

Nervousness weighed me down. 

How was I even going to tell him? -Hey, I want you to take my virginity today? No. I sighed heavily and rubbed my forehead. 

Johnny was busy on his phone and hadn’t noticed my nervous fidgeting. 

“Johnny, I-, um,” I stuttered and rubbed the back of my neck nervously.

That caught Johnny's attention. He turned off his phone and directed his attention towards me.

“What is it, darlin'? Is something wrong?” He asked, his voice seemingly concerned for my well-being. I sighed and looked up towards the ceiling. “God, why am I so nervous?” I whispered into the air, causing more confusion to grow within Johnny. 

“What’s on your mind, love?” Johnny asked, slowly scooting closer to me.

I finally looked into his eyes, his beautiful, round eyes that were boring into mine.

“I’m ready.” The words sort of stumbled out of my mouth. “Ready? Ready for what, babe?” Johnny asked. 

“I’m ready for you to take my virginity.” As soon as the words had left my trembling lips, Johnny smiled sweetly at me, his hand grasping mine.

“Why haven’t you told me that you were a virgin?” Johnny asked me, and I shrugged my shoulders. “It was embarrassing, I guess,” I sighed a sigh of relief.

“Oh, darling, come here,” Johnny leaned back on the couch and patted his lap, inviting me to curl up on it. I took in a deep breath and scooted over to where Johnny was sitting. I situated myself on his thighs, my whole body trembling from nervosity.

“I can feel you shaking, love,” Johnny observed. 

“Calm down. It’s okay. If you want to stop, just say so, and I will immediately,” He added and rubbed my arm up and down soothingly. I nodded slowly at his words, feeling more and more comfortable as every second passed.

He leaned up ever so slightly and brushed his lips against mine, finally capturing them into a sweet, chaste kiss. My lips began to move in perfect sync, my fingers wandering, ending up in Johnny's gorgeous grey locks.

As we continued our make-out session, my hips began to move involuntarily, making Johnny let out a soft groan. His hands found their way to my backside, gripping your ass. “Is this okay?” Johnny asked sweetly against my neck. “It’s more than okay. I promise,” I replied as I began moving my hips a tad faster. I felt Johnny growing harder underneath me due to my movements.

That only added to the fire that was burning in the pit of my stomach.

“Darling, let’s take this to the bedroom, yeah? I want you to be as comfortable as possible." 

My heart fluttered wildly at Johnny's words. I shyly nodded at him.

Johnny stood up with me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he headed for the stairs.

Once we entered the bedroom, Johnny shut the door with his foot and led the two of us to the bed, where he gently placed me down.

He hovered over me and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, reconnecting our lips into a hungry kiss.

With his body on mine, I could feel his cock better, pressing against me, making me let out a soft whimper.

Johnny pulled away to remove his shirt, as well as mine. He looked down at my pretty black lace bra, his eyes seeming to grow darker in a second. "You’re so beautiful, my darlin',” He murmured, admiring what was in front of him. 

Johnny began to remove my bra, but not before looking up at me, asking for permission, which I desperately granted him.

Once it had been thrown to the floor, along with the other discarded clothing, Johnny's large hands began to massage my breasts, his cold rings making me shudder.

Johnny leaned his head down, capturing my right nipple in his mouth. My breath got caught in my throat as he began to suck on it. My hand found his hair as his mouth abandoned my breast, starting to kiss down my body, past my belly button, down to the band of my underwear. 

Johnny looked up at me, silently asking for permission, to which I nodded in return. My head fell back amongst the pillows as he slowly pulled my underwear down my smooth legs, eventually tossing them to the floor.

I lifted your head, my gaze meeting his lust-filled one. “I’m going to use my finger now, darling, so I can stretch you out a little. Is that okay?” Johnny asked. I felt my womanhood clench a bit. “Yes.” I breathed out. 

Johnny slowly inserted his index finger, his eyes fixed upon my face, feeling instant relief when I let out a small, choked up moan.

I softly tugged at Johnny's locks as he began to slowly pump his finger in and out of my soaked entrance.

“I’m going to add another one, alright?” He told me. 

He slowly pushed in his middle finger, making me gasp out into the quiet room.

“Are you okay?” Johnny quickly asked, his voice filled with worry.

“I-It feels so good,” I managed to choke out between moans.

“Such a good girl,” Johnny murmured as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of me, watching as my face contorted in pleasure. Before I could come, Johnny removed his fingers, much to my dismay.

“I want us to cum together.”

I nodded eagerly at his words, making him chuckle lightly. Johnny hopped off the bed, but not before planting a soft peck on my lips, rummaging through his drawers to find what he needed, a condom.

He removed his jeans in front of me, and he watched me gulp when my eyes landed on his length. 

“Don’t worry, love.” Johnny smiled and crawled back on the bed, sliding the condom onto his hard length.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Johnny asked. “I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life,” I smiled. 

Johnny nodded and got back on top of me, elbows propped on either side of my head. He situated himself at my entrance, stopping once I felt the tip prodding at my lips. “It may hurt a bit. Tell me if you need me to stop.”

I nodded, a shaky breath leaving my lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, pecking his lips quickly. “I’m ready.”

Johnny sighed deeply, slowly beginning to push himself into me, watching my face the entire time, stopping when he was halfway inside me.

I held my breath as I felt deep pressure and a significant sensation of pain.

Was it supposed to hurt that much?

“Do you need me to stop?” Johnny asked, his voice wavering. I shook my head. “No, no, keep going.”

He pushed himself the rest of the way in, stopping when he bottomed out in me, remaining still until I told him otherwise.

My face told Johnny everything he needed to know, about how I was feeling. "It-It hurts-"

"I know, baby," Johnny replied and kissed my cheek, almost sounding apologetic.

It was quiet for a few seconds while I tried to focus on adjusting to Johnny's cock inside of me. “Y-You can move.”

Johnny pulled out slowly before pushing back in, creating a slow, deep pace. “Fuck-” He moaned out loud as he shut his eyes tight. “Are you okay?” Johnny asked, his breath shaky and unstable. 

I clenched Johnny's biceps and nodded. It still hurt, but the pleasure was starting to arrive.

Johnny began to move faster, his hips hastily snapping into mine. He leaned down, pressing my lips together in a messy, sloppy kiss. His hand grasped the wooden headboard of his bed, the feeling of my tight pussy wrapped around his cock becoming overwhelming.

“God, fuck, Johnny,” I moaned his name out with each thrust. I felt his balls slapping against my ass every time he pounded into me, arousing me even further, and an unfamiliar tingly feeling inside of me grew more and more powerful.

“You feel so fucking good wrapped around me, my darling.”

His voice only fueled the fire that was burning in my lower belly.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Johnny moaned out, making my stomach swarm with butterflies.

“I-I’m gonna- I think I’m gonna-” I pulled my lips from his as I felt a tightening in my belly, my cunt spasming around him, repeatedly clenching and unclenching.

Johnny propped my feet over his shoulders, hitting a whole new angle, making my jaw go agape.

Johnny dropped his fingers down to my clit and rubbed the sensitive bud softly, the action sending me over the edge.

“Fuck, Johnny!” I screamed out, Johnny still thrusting into me, chasing his own high that he was so desperate for.

“Mmph, fuck,” He cursed as he came into the condom, thrusting as he rode out his euphoric high, a loud and long groan erupting from his throat.

He discarded the condom into the trashcan beside his bed, rolling off my sweaty body.

“Are you alright?” Johnny asked me, rolling around to face me.

I smiled at him tiredly. “I’ve never been better.”

Johnny smiled widely, pressing a small kiss to my cheek. “I love you, darling.” He stroked my hair, knowing that the sweet but small gesture always helped me fall asleep.

“I love you, Johnny,” I whispered tiredly, a small smile on my lips as my eyes closed and slumber invited me into its arms.

[knoxvillesjackass]

age gap.

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑝 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑗𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑠

warning; age gap (somewhere over twenty years)

you’re from the seventies but i’m a nineties bitch

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Every now and again, Johnny would find himself feeling guilty for loving you.

Although the relationship was 100% legal — and consensual, he couldn’t help but feel that he was taking away your youth, since he was that much older than you.

It was not a point he’d tried to bring up before, and he hadn’t dared to, knowing how you would react.

You’d never cared about the stupid age gap. You were over 21, and therefor didn’t see a problem with dating an older guy.

You were 22, when you started dating Johnny. An university student dating a stunt man. The relationship details spread like wildfire through the school, and suddenly, you were merely known as Johnny Knoxville’s much younger girlfriend.

To many’s surprise, you hadn’t started dating Johnny because of the fame — nor the money. The fact that Johnny was older than you, meant that he had that much more life experience and knowledge than you, and it made you feel safe.

The relationship itself had never suffered, even though you and Johnny came from different decades and had different views on things, but friends and family members on your side had pushed themselves away from you, not understanding your choice to be with Johnny.

It killed Johnny to know that he was the reason for this. He wanted you to be happy, and maybe you were, but what about 20 years forward?

He worried too much. He worried about your differences, what people thought about you and him.

In many ways, you were similar. You had the same humour and the somewhat same levels of craziness. In other ways, you couldn’t be more different.

Johnny broke bones and fought bulls for a living. You were just a university student.

She's going to regret ever wasting time on this relationship, Johnny thought.

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” You asked. In the dimly-lit bedroom, you lay with your head on Johnny’s chest. The day had been long and hard. You’d studied all day long, and Johnny had been pitching stunts all day long.

“Oh, nothing,” he answered and rubbed your shoulder.

You looked up at him and lifted your head off his chest. “I can tell there’s something wrong. You’ve been acting strange all day,” you spoke but Johnny shrugged. “There’s nothing wrong,” he mumbled. He’d seemed to have forgotten just how observant you were.

You were stubborn and strong-willed, a trait Johnny loved, although it could feel like a curse at times

“Well, there’s something you’re not telling me,” you huffed and sat up, crossing your arms.

The age gap between you and Johnny became very clear whenever an argument would erupt.

You hadn’t quite understood the act of handling your emotions as well as Johnny had. That resulted in you saying some pretty stupid things sometimes.

“What time is it?”

Johnny looked at his phone on the bedside table. It was already past midnight.

“So, you’re just going to ignore me?” You asked and stood up. Johnny covered his face with his hands and regretted every mistake he’d committed that day.

He had been distant and quiet, and worst of all, he hadn’t communicated his emotions to you, which was something he always did.

“Johnny, you’re freaking me out,” you said when Johnny looked down and fumbled with his hands.

“When was the last time you talked to your mom?” Johnny asked and your breath hitched.

He was well aware of the strained relationship between you and your mother, and he also knew why the relationship had gone down the wash.

“What about your dad? Or Emily, your best friend?” Johnny bombarded you with names, all of them people, who were no longer in your life.

“Why the fuck would you bring that up?” You asked with a shaky voice and watery eyes. Johnny already regretted the way he’d approached the situation, looking at your sad expression.

“I’m more than twice your age, Y/N. I don’t want you to waste your twenties on some old stuntman,” Johnny said. You raised your eyebrows and huffed. Although you knew this conversation was bound to come at some point, you hadn’t expected him to approach it in such a manner.

“You think I’m wasting my twenties? Gee, thanks for that,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“You know what I mean,” Johnny spoke sternly and raised his eyebrow. “No, I don’t,” you shrugged your shoulders, “please, do explain.”

“Y/N, the amount of times people have mistaken me for your father is frankly undignified,” Johnny said. His voice was getting darker.

“Well, sometimes you act like my father, ” you said.

Johnny had often — subconsciously — made you feel like an uneducated child. He’d scold you as if he’d forgotten you were a grown woman. And he’d explain things to you in a way, that felt like a teacher educating a second-grader.

“Well, I’m sorry to inform you, but I am older than you, and there are certain things I know more about. Like, not walking home alone at 2 am from a club, or alarm systems, or mortgages, or paying taxes.”

Low blow.

Johnny tried to be calm, but he found it very hard.

“Okay, wise guy, then tell me this; what gives you the right to make decisions for me? You don’t get to decide whether I’m wasting my twenties, or if I want to talk to my parents! That’s my business, not yours!” You hissed and threw your arms in the air out of frustration.

“I’m not trying to make decisions for you, I’m just trying to warn you,” Johnny said. At that point, even he was unsure of why this argument was even relevant.

“Warn me? Why can’t you just see that I’m perfectly happy?” You yelled with teary eyes. Johnny could barely keep himself together.

“You’re happy now, but what about 20 years from now? Will you still be happy then?” Johnny asked. His eyes were heavy and sad, same as yours.

“I don’t know, Johnny. Maybe, maybe not. All I know is that I love you-“

Your voice cracked and you had to take a moment to pull yourself together.

“-I love you, but if this is how you feel about our relationship, if you feel uncomfortable with it, then I don’t think we should see each other anymore,” you sniffled.

The 7 months, you’d spent with Johnny had been pure bliss. Both you and Johnny felt that, and it was clear, that neither of you were ready to let things go.

Johnny couldn’t bear the alternative of losing you. Either, he had to pull himself together and stop worrying about everyone’s opinions, or he’d risk losing you.

Johnny sighed and stood up.

He touched your face and wiped a tear from your cheek.

“I’m sorry for worrying so much. I love you, and it would kill me to know that I have caused you sorrow in any way,” Johnny said and kissed your forehead, pulling you into his bare chest.