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Two Punks in Love - Chapter 3

Ch.3 What Are you?

You looked up at him as if thirsty for water after going years without it, and the scabs on his knuckles prickled along your face. His other thumb pressed into the center of your bottom lip, his fingerprint a cherry wine red.

“I’m a dead man walking,” he answered your question, leaning down so his lips were inches from yours. His breath smelled like rum and coke, his hair like the shampoo April used to keep in the guest bathroom.

If there are typos...no there are not (ignore them pls lol)

NSFW, gets pretty smutty there at some point. 18+

Mentions drinking, drugs

The shot glasses barely had a second to clatter back onto the kitchen counter before your roommate was filling them back up. Vodka burned at your throat. The room temperature liquor trickled down inside of you like the rain in the gutter by your bedroom window. You squeezed your eyes shut and bit into the old lemon slice that Cassie had hastily cut when you said you’d take a couple shots but only if there was a chaser. You lose your stomach much easier these days. You could almost laugh to yourself now…thinking about how you used to be able to shoot Jack Daniels straight with Ryan in the parking lot of the bowling alley he worked at for a summer. He was so angry when they fired him on his second week, even though he reeked of alcohol and pot. Bam would always act impressed at your poker face after a shot.

But Bam wasn’t here, and you did not laugh.

You simply grabbed your forehead and held up your palm to Cassie. She was already bouncing up and down dramatically and pouting.

“Nooo y/n! You can NOT be lame tonight. We are GOING to this party. I already told you-”

“I know, I know Cass…” You interrupted, reaching for the third shot in five minutes and recited the line that Cassie would not let you forget all night:

“Dico will be there! Dico will be there!” You did not have to pitch your voice up but in order to tease your best friend, you felt it was appropriate for the imitation.

Cassie was just happy you were accepting your fate and the next day’s hangover in order to please her.

The third shot turned into the fifth in a matter of minutes, and you both were shoving your feet into chunky black boots. The knee high knit socks made up for the mini skirt, or at least you hoped. It was an unseasonably cold night for Halloween in California. You couldn’t be too worried about the weather, really, when you knew you’d be crammed into Ryan’s tiny house with at least 60 sweaty, drunk, skater-degenerates soon. You suppose you had to add yourself to that guest list as well.

The satisfying crunch of your heels on the gravel behind Ryan’s pseudo-frat house rang like a rusted bell through the dark of night. A speaker playing music in the distance already sounded on the verge of blowing out. You rolled your eyes. Ryan always had a knack for pissing off his neighbors, no matter the street name.

“What are you supposed to be, anyways?” Cassie asked, the liquor sliding its way down her voice. The nylon of her skin-tight nurse costume squealed with every step forward.

You looked down at your half-baked and mismatched costume. An old black t-shirt that you cut with dull scissors and a red plaid skirt you stole from Hot Topic in high school. The socks and boots were to avoid freezing during the inevitable cigarette breaks out on the back porch. Bam always made fun of you for being such a “Cali priss” since he would spend holiday break with family back in Westchester.

“Now that's what real cold feels like, sweetheart,” he’d say, his lilted voice pushing every button inside of you, even now.

“I’m…a sexy school girl…duh…”

Cassie just laughed and pushed your shoulder.

“Shut up…you had no other costume,” she pulled out two shooters from her cleavage and shoved one into your hand. Your heels got caught in the crack in the sidewalk filled with wet green grass, sending you in an awkward, twisting fall to your knees. The plastic of the vodka bottle cried out as if to mock you, and you both laughed out loud, hard.

“God dammit, Cass! I am here busting my ass for you! Literally!” The nerves of seeing old friends and the vodka and your best friend all made you laugh harder than you ever would have alone. You always needed a hand to hold. Some hands were more hollow than others.

Face to face, illuminated by the orange and purple lights flashing out of Ryan’s windows, you take your sixth shot with Cassie in unison…and go in.

Ryan was leaning against the kitchen island, nursing a Bud Light and laughing about something with Brandon Dicamillo. The backwards hat and stained flannel reminded you of countless nights in Bam’s parent’s garage, the group of you dying of laughter to one of Dico’s many stories, fried out of your brains. The air smells like those nights, thick with tobacco and weed. Someone is screaming in the living room, followed by the sound of cups crashing onto the ground and raucous, boyish laughter. Cassie drags you into the kitchen and raises her arm as she announces your arrival.

“Hiiii boys!” Cassie sings out with confident glee. Brandon and Ryan look over towards the door frame in which you both stand with stupid, tipsy smiles and tattered purses.

Dico’s eyes lit up like Christmas lights when he saw Cassie, and his story no longer seemed so important as he pushed himself away from the counter.

“Cassie, baby. Come, come! We just must catch up.” His voice was as wickedly tilted as his smile, palm out to take hers.

Cassie giggled and took his hand. And just like that, they were lost to the dimly lit hallway scattered with fake spider webs and splatters of “blood.” A hanging skeleton smiled at you from the door frame they left behind, swinging from being knocked into by body after body. When you turned back, Ryan was staring at you.

Maybe it was the shots, but catching him by surprise gave you a cocky smile and a feeling of pride. Not prideful enough to fight your shyness. It had been years since you were in front of Ryan Dunn. The softness in his big eyes did get your apprehensive feet to step over towards him, however. The eye-patch and poorly taped parrot on his shoulder also helped lighten the awkward situation.

“Dude.” It was all he said, and his voice did not sound as soft as his eyes appeared. It was blunt and a little bit anxious. You squinted and pulled out the bottle that Cassie had stuffed into her purse that you now held as she hooked up with Dico in his trashed bedroom.

“Well it sure is nice to see you after all this time too, Ryan.” You appreciated how brave the plastic bottle of vodka made you, as well as the way it helped you drip with sarcasm.

This really should have prompted a witty but loving comeback from Ryan, but he just seemed too distracted by something behind you. Your heart could dig itself a deep grave in your belly, right then and there.

“You…have got…to be kidding me.” You were frozen still there on that sticky linoleum floor. The bottle hung by your exposed thigh.

His eyes focussed from behind you back in on your own, and he shook his head and couldn’t hold the laugh of disbelief any longer.

“Fuck no, y/n. How was I supposed to know you’d show up to this one party after ignoring the last 700 invitations?”

You damn near whimpered as you realized what you were going to have to do. You had to turn around at some point, even just to leave, and see him.

So you did what you knew could help numb this wound you were about to pick open. Ryan laughed and finished his beer while you took a swig of vodka from the bottle, palm hot and wrapped around the neck. As you wiped your stained-red lips, he yanked the bottle from your fist and smiled at you.

“It’s funny…this is the first time he’s shown up to one of my parties in years too…”

He took a shot from the bottle and turned to leave and flirt with the girl out in the backyard.

And because you told yourself you would, you swung one leg over the other and spun around. The metal of Cassie’s purse clipped the metal of your belly button piercing, and you pressed your lips together. Because you told yourself you would…you looked towards the back of the red-lit living room. Witches, aliens, cowboys and sexy police officers all danced and pushed against one another. The music vibrated the shitty drywall and the carpet had a crunchy texture beneath each foot step closer and closer to him.

Bam wasn’t much for costumes, either.

It was the first time in five years that you’d seen your ex-boyfriend and here he was. Twenty-three, taller, broader, hair shorter…and fake blood dripping from one corner of his mouth. Or at least you’d guessed it was fake on account of the holiday. You never really knew with Bam.

There he stood, head hung low and eyes watching you as if you were slowly being fed into his veins. You felt the same way, and kept stumbling closer and closer…

Like when the little pills would start to kick in, your proximity to Bam made you feel like being bathed in a saccharine sunshine. As euphoric as it was intoxicating.

The drums of the song blasting crashed together just as you reached him. It was as if you were both inside a wet, hot bubble of laughter, sweat, and alcohol, all sounds beginning to sound muffled. They were pushed through the bubble’s thick, saliva-coated membrane. Both of your focuses were locked on the other’s body. His chest rose and fell slowly and he looked down at you with a silly, sad, drunk look.

You were finally close enough for him to touch, and he knew your body so well. At least he had before it all went to shit.

Bam licked his lips and spoke,

“Hey…”

You did not know what you wanted, needed, or expected him to say, but it was not hey. He really could have said anything though, you’d be just as likely to stick to him like velcro. You looked up at him, your chest slowly closing the gap and pressing into his.

“What are you?” you asked. You wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

Bam smiled, his canines pressing into his bottom lip, those adorable smile lines framing his mouth just as before. Your chest unfurled and you could have sprouted wings then and there. He lifted his hand to gently grab the pieces of hair that had fallen around your face. You felt his skin burn deliciously against your cheek bone, your own complexion on fire.

You were watching him with stars in your heavy lidded eyes, and felt his other hand rest on your hip. The rough pad of his thumb pressed just above the buckle of your studded belt hanging along the top of your mini skirt. Just like riding a bike, his hands could recall how they touched and handled your body the more he allowed them to.

You looked up at him as if thirsty for water after going years without it, and the scabs along his knuckles prickled along your face. His other thumb pressed into the center of your bottom lip, his fingerprint a cherry wine red.

“Oh really?” as you spoke, Bam’s fingertip edged a bit deeper into your mouth, just ever so subtly. He nodded slowly down at you, your bodies starting to sway to the music that raged on around you. Maybe you noticed how he was leading you into the hallway, his pace so gradual.

“You look pretty damn alive to me,” you teased, biting down on his fingertip. He winced slightly and smiled wider, dark eyes lighting up with excitement.

“Consider me brought back to life, then, baby.”

And before you could remember why you said goodbye or how you’d feel about this tomorrow…your lips were on top of his. He’d led you both into the hallway towards the back of the house, where nobody was passed out drunk yet. Just your shoes were cast in a muddy golden glow of Ryan’s back door light, creeping in through dirty glass on the door.

His hands grabbed your hips hungrily and yanked your bottom half flush into his, leaning back against the wall to support your bodies. You bit his lip and ran your palms flat along his chest, coaxing a moan from his throat and straight down into yours. You drank each other in selfishly, his hands became greedy.

“Fuck,” you whimpered into Bam’s mouth as one hand snaked under your shirt and cupped your breast. He pushed your bra up and over your tits. His left hand rubbed up your thigh and underneath the pleats of your skirt. He squeezed your ass hard and you lost your hands in his hair, pressing his back into the wall firmly.

“I miss you,” Bam whispered between heavy, breathless kisses. The sugar on both your tongues mixes in your mouths.

“I need you,” you replied, hands unbuckling his belt. You turned and dragged him through the door behind you, hand wrapped around the waistband of his jeans. He laughed and bit his lipstick-stained lip.

“Always yours.”

And as his foot slammed the door shut behind you both, bodies crashing into the wood and getting lost in the shadowed darkness, you fell onto your knees and pulled his pants down with you.

“Holy shit,” Bam threw his head back and lost his breath over his excitement as you took him into your mouth. The numbness in your throat helped you accommodate his length, spit stringing down your chin and absolutely drenching him. Bam could never leave you down there long, however, not without his turn for fun.

He lifted you up and sat you hastily on the desk next to the door. Your back nearly knocked over an old lamp, head knocking into the shade.

“Sorry, pretty girl,” Bam apologized, voice thick with lust. He made it up to you down on his knees now, curls tickling your inner thighs. Pulling your panties to the side and glancing up at you one more time, his eyes asked for permission to taste you after all this time. You nodded quickly and grabbed his curls, legs spreading obediently and eagerly for him.

“What a good girl,” Bam smiled coyly up at you, then lowered his head. His tongue pressed torturously down onto your bundle of nerves, hands gripping the back of your legs. You moaned his name like a prayer and this only made him work harder.

“Love to hear you say my name, pretty girl.” He lifted two digits to his mouth to suck and plunged them slowly inside of you. He cursed at how wet and warm you felt around his fingers, knuckles deep, then got back to lapping you up. You threw your head back, hair swinging down onto the dusty lamp shade, hard wires pressing into the back of your skull. Bam took you and guided your body back and forth, rocking to the rhythm of your building orgasm.

“Can I feel you tonight, baby girl?” Bam asked politely, paired with the squelching sounds of his tongue running circles in and out of you.

“Please,” you begged, voice cracking, hands clasping the edge of the desk. A white hot heat was rising up your stomach, as white as your knuckles. Bam stood and lined himself up, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“I wanna hear you say my name, baby.”

“Please, Bam. Please fuck me Bam.”

“Thank you, good girl.” And he pushed inside of you at an achingly patient pace. Both of your jaws dropped, noses touching. Bam’s hands grabbed your hips as he worked his way in and out, deeper and harder with every thrust. You felt your legs start to quiver and reached up to hold onto his broad shoulders for support as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, I’m gonna-”

“I know, baby. I’ve got you.” His words sent you careening to your climax, golden stars lining your vision as you shouted his name alongside God’s.

Bam pulled out shortly after and came all over his hand and your thighs. Your forehead rested on his shoulder, he kissed your sweaty hair.

You both took a moment to exhale, listening to each other’s breathing. Just as he buckled his pants and you set yourself back onto unsteady, sexed out legs, the door opened just a crack. Red light and music slithered just past the door frame, and Ryan’s face squeezed into the crack. His eye patch was askew and his parrot was nowhere to be seen. A couple fresh lipstick kisses lined the collar of his shirt and center of his neck. He had a dumb, proud smile. You cursed, taken by surprise, and Bam looked at him over his shoulder and shook his head.

“Fuck off, Dunn. I don’t wanna hear it.”

“I didn’t say anything!” Ryan said.

You fixed your hair in the spotty mirror on the wall and opened the door fully, sending Ryan’s shoulder to knock into the frame. He looked at you with half-assed anger. He was simply too excited to tease you both about this to feel mad.

“I’m gonna kick your ass Ryan.”

Bam laughed and stepped up behind you, body framing yours just as it always did. Protecting, waiting, and patient.

“You guys are both right. I’m an asshole. Sorry for inviting you to my Halloween party. What a dick.” Ryan shook his head and faked a solemn look down at the floorboards.

You and Bam rolled your eyes and pushed past Ryan. He took his jacket off and placed it on your shoulders as you both walked out the front door and onto the cold wet front lawn.

You took out a cigarette and Bam was pulling out a light before it could settle in between your lips.

“Thanks,” you said and took a long drag.

“You come here alone?” Bam asked, hands shoved inside his pockets.

“Cass,” you answered, handing him the cig.

He took it and smiled before smoking it.

“I’m sure Dico is happy about that.”

“He’s sucking her toes in his bedroom as we speak, I’m sure of it.”

Bam held his stomach and let out a loud, sweet laugh. He sounded like he did in high school, voice cracking and awkward. He always sounded more boyish when he was drunk.

You looked over at him as he laughed and couldn’t stop the smile tugging at your lips.

It started to drizzle as you two shared the cigarette in silence, the party escalating behind you.

“You uh…can I walk you home?” Bam asked after the rain had a chance to pool around your boots, grass and mud encasing your feet.

You turned around towards the house and tried to recall where you left Cassie’s purse. You knew she’d stay the night with Dico and that she’d prefer to walk back in the morning after a couple Red Bulls and Advils.

“You dropped her purse back in the living room when we…” Bam started and got shy.

“I’ll go tell Ryan to take care of it, and be right back.”

Bam walked back inside and came out holding your jacket, purse, and two soda cans. You laughed and took a can. Bam placed the hood of your jacket on your head and draped it over his own jacket that encased your body, and turned you down the empty street.

You let him take your hand and let your brain doze off, let yourself feel this waking dream. He told you about his breakfast with Phil and April that morning after he flew in from Philly. You told him about the bitch you had to deal with at the restaurant and he listened.

Neither of you mentioned what happened or what all of this could mean. You just let one another be what they were, right here…right now. Even if you didn’t know what that was.

It wasn’t until you got to your front door and pushed your cold, brass key into the lock that Bam scrunched his eyebrows at you and tilted his head.

“What are you supposed to be, by the way?” He asked.

“I’m a sexy school girl…I guess…” You said, pushing the door open and walking in, leaving it open. An invitation.

You turned to see Bam standing right outside the frame; a gentle, happy…and almost grateful smile crept onto his face. He looked at you…really taking you in.

“What?” You asked, standing awkwardly on your welcome mat, hands clasped around the handles of your purse.

Bam just shook his head and stepped inside and past you, kicking the door closed behind him.

“Nothing, pretty girl.” He called out as he walked into your living room, a dull lantern light casting along the room from the corner.

You took a deep breath and followed him. It was never just nothing with you and Bam.

And that was okay.

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knoxvillesjackass · 2 years ago

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You mentioned in the no nut November smut with johnny, possibly doing a reversed one where the reader is dared to do it? Love your stories, and I hope you keep writing! ❣

your tables were easy to turn - j.k

quite smutty, btw!

this is bad, dont come for me. i tried to write this and then rewrite it over such a long time, so that's why. it is the first chapter in probably a longer series. i'll see what happens! hope they will be better, though!

You and Johnny had anything but an average sex life. In fact, it was probably way above average. You craved each other all the time, and you made no effort at trying to hide it from anyone.

Not from friends or even the general public. Some couples found the whole public display of affection uncomfortable. You were definitely not one of them.

But the Jackass crew, they’d seen just about everything, if not too much of everything.

Every now and then, you and Johnny would disappear and no one questioned where you'd gone, or what you were doing. You were fucking, and you were willing to do it whenever and wherever.

“Honestly PJ, your ideas are sick,” you remarked through heavy breaths as Johnny mindlessly moved his lips against your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin.

He didn’t answer you, but merely grabbed your ass and hoisted you onto the small table, lips still attached to your neck.

“Try to be quiet, yeah?” Johnny reminded you for the fourth time since the two of you had snuck into a small storage room on set. You were usually claustrophobic, and the barely two square meters room would’ve, in any other situation, sent you straight into a panic attack, but when Johnny had started touching and grabbing you all over, you’d had other things to worry about.

Johnny reached down and pulled his boxers out, his erect and needy cock springing out. You smiled excitedly and wrapped your legs tightly around Johnny’s waist, bringing him in even closer than before.

He snuck his hand down between your legs and managed to pull your panties to the side, despite the room being as dark as it was.

You let out a loud, high-pitched squeal when Johnny slid his index finger into your soaked cunt. He shot you a warning look and grumbled, reminding you to be quiet again.

He worked his finger in and out of you, making sure that you were wet and ready for his cock. You whined impatiently, even though you knew that Johnny was doing it for your good. So that you could enjoy the whole of his cock without pain or any discomfort.

Unfortunately, because of the limited space, serious foreplay wasn’t really an option, so Johnny brought his hand to his mouth and you watched as he licked his fingers and brought them back to your cunt, lubricating it fully.

He brought the tip of his cock to your soaked opening and gazed into your eyes. “Ready?” Johnny whispered and you nodded eagerly and smiled, preparing yourself by grabbing his shoulders tightly.

Johnny's hand went to cover your mouth the second he pushed his cock into you, knowing all too well that you couldn’t bite a moan back, even if your life depended on it.

Johnny was pushing inside of you at an animalistic pace, his whole length filling you up completely.

Johnny removed his hand for a short second to rearrange your legs, and already, you were a moaning, whimpering mess.

“Fuck-Ah!” You yelled out when Johnny hit that sweet spot. He quickly slapped his palm over your mouth once again and shushed you. “I told you to be quiet!” He hissed under his breath and pumped recklessly in and out of you.

“I-I-I can’t,” you managed to mutter under his hand, tears streaming down your face, due to the indescribable pleasure of Johnny’s cock.

“Bite my shoulder,” Johnny whispered and you gazed at him, confused. "Either that or my hand's going back over your mouth; you decide," Johnny grumbled. His hand over your mouth barely allowed you to breathe, so you did as he'd told you and bit down on his clothed shoulder. Your nails were clawing into his back, and you sniffled softly against him.

As his thrusts got sloppier but deeper, you could feel an orgasm forming, slowly and powerfully.

“I-I’m gonna c-“

“Jesus Christ!”

Johnny instinctively threw himself over you completely to shield your naked body from whoever had just interrupted him blowing your back out.

“Get the fuck out of here!” Johnny bellowed, still inside of you as turned his head to spot Steve-O in the doorway, shaking his head and chuckling.

“Could you two just try to keep it in your pants for two fucking seconds?” Steve-O asked angrily and dispersed, slamming the door roughly.

Johnny had stopped his movements, but your hips buckled against his in an attempt to get him to move again, but he pulled out of you, and it caused a loud, displeased whine to leave your lips.

“Johnny!” You hissed as he started putting his clothes on angrily, his eyes focused on the door.

"Johnny, you cannot be serious! I was this clo-"

"We'll continue later," Johnny shut you down, seemingly pissed off as he headed towards the door.

“Where are you going?” You yelped and jumped down from the table.

“Just put on your clothes!” He ordered you and headed out of the storage room, leaving you all alone after slamming the door.

You could hear a commotion in the break room, and when you entered it, Johnny and Steve-O were staring at each other intensely, eyebrows furrowed and all.

“How about you don’t just fucking barge in?” Johnny asked angrily, to which Steve-O rolled his eyes and sighed.

“It’s a workplace, dumbass! None of us wants to see you guys going at it every day!” Steve-O exclaimed. You placed a hand on Johnny's bicep and squeezed it. He looked at you shortly, shaking his head.

“We’ve only just started shooting and you guys are already fucking in the storage room?” Steve-O huffed. “You literally cannot keep your hands off each other, it’s gross.”

For some reason, that comment got under your skin a bit more and you took a step forward.

You were an adult, who could absolutely control herself, and you could prove it too.

“Bet.”

Johnny stiffened up at your word and jerked his head back.

He knew how competitive you could be, and compared with Steve-O’s inability to lose, this could only end badly.

“What are we betting?” Johnny asked. He already knew, but he wished to be proven wrong.

“Okay, fine,” Steve-O perked up a bit, loving the idea of a challenge, where the odds were 100% in his favour. “One month, no touching,” Steve-O smirked.

“Absolutely fucking not,” Johnny sneered and grabbed your arm, trying to pull you away from the conversation.

“A month is too long. Two weeks,” you negotiated, yanking your arm from Johnny's tight grip. Steve-O shrugged and nodded.

“Fucking hold up,” Johnny paused and pinched your arm to make you look at him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He hissed quietly and passed Steve-O an angry glare.

“I can do three weeks, but when I say no touching, I mean; no touching,” Steve-O smirked.

Now, you understood. This man was really pushing your buttons.

“Fine,” you agreed and narrowed your eyes at him.

“But, if we make it three weeks, you’re never going to bother us again about fucking again, ever.”

Steve-O paused and considered what he would be giving up if you managed to pull off the bet.

“Fine, but if I win, you can’t fuck here, or while I’m even in a mile’s radius of you.”

There was a wicked look in Steve-O’s eyes. If he won, he’d no doubt be ruthless and unfair.

There was a whole lot at stake. But the chance of being able to do whatever you wanted with Johnny, wherever you wanted, without Steve-O’s commentary was too good to pass up.

“Deal.”

“Oh, so I don’t get a say in it? Cool, 'cause this obviously doesn’t affect me at all,” Johnny chimed in, clearly agitated.

“Okay, but how nice would it be if he couldn’t say shit about us,” you quirked an eyebrow at Johnny and he sighed, running a hand through his hair, ultimately shaking his head in dissent.

"We're not doing this sh-"

Steve-O interrupted Johnny with a grin and looked at his watch. “Alright, it’s 13:20. Time starts now. Good luck,” he jibed and walked away, leaving you and Johnny in the break room.

You could clearly sense, that he was angry at you, and you understood why, but your competitiveness seemed to overtake any feelings of remorse, guilt and regret.

You looked at Johnny and bit your lip, well aware that you'd messed up badly. He crossed his arms and breathed out heavily.

"Do you have any idea about what you've just done?" Johnny asked you, and a cheeky smile formed upon your lips. "I don't find this funny at all, Y/N."

Your smile quickly disappeared and you frowned at Johnny's genuine disappointment.

“I think you should head home,” he spoke. This was not a question or a nice suggestion, it was an order.

You frowned and watched as Johnny spun on his heels and left you with an awful sense of guilt.

Johnny stared at you from across the dinner table, exasperated, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

You sipped your wine and raised your eyebrow at him.

"Don't you think you've had enough wine?" Johnny asked and followed the wine glass with his stare as you placed it back down on the table.

"Why are you still so pissed off? Chill out," you hiccupped and scoffed.

"Why? Are you seriously asking me why?” Johnny hissed and bit his cheek. You nodded and leaned forward.

"What the fuck happened to listen to each other, Y/N? I'm so pissed at you right now," Johnny growled as you stared down at your plate of food.

It had to have been the 100th time that day, that Johnny was having a go at you.

He'd been scolding you from the moment he'd arrived home from work. You'd grown numb to his outbursts, slightly starting to feel that the man deserved to not get any sex from you with that temper of his. Besides, he didn't need to scold you, because you already felt awful.

But were you going to give up and let Steve-O win? Fuck no.

Johnny couldn't take the silence for much longer. He twitched and fiddled around in his chair, before eventually slamming his palm into the dining table.

"I have to be on set with that asshole every day for the next four months, Y/N! You fucking ganged up on me with Steve-O?"

Steve-O had been enjoying the rest of the work day by regularly passing Johnny mocking grins and asking how you were doing.

“I think we should make a list,” you suggested and Johnny stopped chewing on his lamb chop and looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“What?” He asked and stared at you, bitter and indeed confused.

You reached down into your bag and ripped a page out of your notebook and grabbed a pen. "You know, of things, we can't or shouldn't do. Just to make this easier," you shrugged.

You were convinced, that your confidence would come to bite you in the ass later on, but at that moment, you were doing just fine.

"I don't think, that we should sleep in the same bed," you said casually but jumped when Johnny protested with a loud yelp.

He stared at you bewildered and shook his head at your proposal.

"I'm just saying; it'll be easier if we don't sleep in the same bed. That way, we won't get tempted by anything," you explained and ignored Johnny's rolling eyes.

"Do you not see how fucking ridiculous this is? We're a couple, Y/N! Couples have sex, so why are you suddenly insistent on not letting me touch you for three weeks?" Johnny asked, so frustrated that he just couldn't sit for another second. He stood up and paced back and forth.

You were starting to get irritated with Johnny. Yes, you fucked up, badly, but your man was force-feeding you with guilt trips and self-pity, and it had made you feel slightly less guilty about the whole thing.

"Grow up, Johnny! It's three weeks. You'll survive," you sassed and wrote down sleeping in opposite beds as the first thing on your list.

"This is fucking ridiculous," he hissed and you stared at him. "No, Johnny; you're fucking ridiculous," you snapped. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to the bar with Penny. I don't know when I'll be home," you hissed, hearing Penny's car out front.

"You're not going anywhere until we've figured this out, Y/N!" Johnny exclaimed. You grabbed your purse and headed for the door. "Come and catch me then," you said sarcastically and closed the door behind you.

You told your friend all about the bet, who seemed to find it as amusing as Steve-O. You needed a break from Johnny and his understandable, but annoying, pissy attitude.

You drank and then drank a little more. Maybe a little too much, but you were having fun. You weren't exactly excited to return home though, but you hoped that Johnny would be fast asleep.

Penny dropped you off after a few hours at the bar. You had a wine bottle in your hand, half-drunken.

The lights were still on in the house. How fantastic.

You entered the house and immediately, you could hear the sound of the shower going. You took a sip of the wine bottle in your hand and walked to the bathroom, opened the door and entered into the steamy room.

Usually, you would be in there with him, back against the wall as he'd mercilessly pound you into submission. Tonight was, by your own fault, different.

A hiccup from you made Johnny turn off the shower and he peeked out to see your drunken state. He sighed and shook his head.

"For fuck's sake, Y/N," he groaned and walked out of the shower, naked and glistening like some Greek god.

You licked your lips as your eyes travelled down his body. He wrapped a towel around his waist, and it made you snap your eyes up to meet his.

"You know how many fucking times I tried to call?" Johnny asked you and grabbed the wine bottle in your hand, placing it out of your reach, You whined at crossed your arms.

"My phone died," you said. That was a lie. You'd just decided, that you didn't wanna deal with Johnny's bullshit while you were having fun.

"How did you get home?" He asked you. "Penny drove me," you responded.

He looked so good, it was almost painful. The bet hadn't even crossed your mind when you decided to wrap your arms around his naked upper body, placing soft kisses on his chest. Your hand moved down to unwrap the towel from his waist.

"Y/N, you're drunk," Johnny said and unwrapped your arms from his body. "So what?" You whined and began to lower yourself and fumble with Johnny’s towel.

He really wanted to, but he couldn't bring himself to have sex with you while you were that drunk. Johnny pulled you up by your arms and shook his head like a disapproving father while handing you your toothbrush.

"You'll thank me tomorrow," he commented. You shrugged, too tired to think of what that could've meant.

You brushed your teeth drunkenly and stripped yourself of your clothes.

You walked into the bedroom and watched as Johnny removed his pillow from the bed and began to exit the room.

"What are you doing?" You asked confused. He stopped in his tracks and turned around. "You wanted us to sleep separately, remember?" Johnny asked.

You didn't have a recollection of ever saying that. "I would never say that," you huffed.

Johnny chuckled. "If you say so," he sighed and placed his pillow back on the bed and laid down.

He closed his eyes and turned off his bedside light, but you kept standing, arms crossed.

"Jooohnnyyy," you whined and he hummed in response.

You sat down on the bed and leaned over Johnny, planting kisses on his neck and down his shoulder, but you didn't reach very far before he shook you off. "Stop, Y/N," he groaned tiredly.

"But, Johnny," you whimpered. "No, Y/N," he tiredly groaned and grabbed your arm, softly forcing you to lay down beside him, your back against his chest, his embrace keeping you locked in.

“Noo,” you whined, squirming in his grip, your ass grinding against his crotch, unintentionally.

The whole night was spent with you waking up occasionally, trying to twist yourself out of Johnny's embrace because you either wanted to drink more or because you were incredibly horny.

Eventually, you just gave up and slept through the night.

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eternal-sunshine-222 · 3 months ago

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JACKASS MASTERLIST

Hello! My name is Kandi and I am an aspiring author. In this masterlist you can find all my works for this series linked under their respective characters. I write for the characters listed but I will make exceptions if requested. Thank you and happy reading!

JOHNNY KNOXVILLE

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STEVE-O

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RYAN DUNN

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BAM MARGERA

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CHRIS PONTIUS

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RACHEL WOLFSON

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This masterlist along with my others with be updated any time a new fic is dropped or in the process of being worked on.

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stratossphere · 2 years ago

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cheater cheater pt. 4 | j.k

you and johnny are getting better. not perfect, but better. and you know better means you just can’t stay away. (pt 1) (pt 2) (pt 3)

warnings: smut, oral (fem. receiving), a tiny hint at drunk driving, reader is a smoker, fluff :)

word count: 8.2k

a/n: the last part…

taglist: @asskickedbygirl @kristinee @lizey-thornberry @faceache111 @brandons-wife

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Mark it in the pages, everyone. You, Y/n Y/l/n, were having a good time for the first night in what felt like months. Things had been…slowly…getting better with Johnny, and tonight you were actually getting along.

You were out with all of the crew, as you usually were, but what made being around everyone different this time was that you and Johnny had been slowly working towards getting better, so there was no animosity to tinge the night so far. No more screaming matches, no more angry sex and horrible insults, and no more…other people. You had spent the last three weeks or so doing exactly what you’d promised to do, and it was actually going pretty well.

So yeah. Not perfect, but not bad, either. Johnny was actually somewhere else in the club everyone had agreed to meet at, and you hadn’t actually gotten to talk to him, but your last ‘date’ had ended on a good note, so you weren’t exactly worried.

In fact, you were having the time of your life with your friends.

"Jennifer Aniston!" Steve-O called out the next celebrity in your game of Bang or Rob, and then put his hand to his chest. "Bang. I met her. She's nice."

"Also met her, but rob. Do you know the kind of cash flow she's sitting on? I could buy myself a fucking mansion with that." You scoffed, sipping out of your liquor bomb drink as you spoke.

"I would bang. Blondes are like, the thing, man." Dave said, chuckling to himself as the liquor completely invaded his senses. Ryan put a hand over his heart and let out a girly hum.

"Aww, that's so sweet. I knew there was a reason God made me blond." He crooned. In that moment, your large indulgence on liquor got the better of you, and you laughed hard. What were you supposed to do? Ryan was literally the world's funniest person, and it only got worse once you stopped being sober.

However, your laughter was cut short out of surprise, because suddenly a familiar set of hands was slapping down on the table in between you and Ryan, and then Johnny Knoxville himself was leaning into them as he looked over all of us at the table.

"Sup, losers?" He said happily, a wide grin on his face as he leaned so far against the table that his head was almost level with the rest of you. “I need to talk to Y/n.”

“We’re in the middle of something. Go away.” Steve-O complained, waving Johnny off and reaching right across to drink out of your drink. You groaned and snatched the cup out of his hand before he could put his gross mouth on it, setting it over by Ryan and then starting to get out of your seat because you knew that Johnny wouldn’t give up pestering you until you followed his request.

“Be right back. We’re doing guys next.” You said, jabbing a finger at all of them before you turned to your own lovely attention-whore and dragged him away from the table. "Can I help you?"

You waited until you were sure that you were far enough away from everyone else that you knew before speaking, because you really had no idea what he was going to say. He looked unbothered, his eyes not leaving yours and his smile not faltering as your iron grip on his arm kept him in place.

"Let me buy you a drink." He offered, his smile softening a little bit as he visually tried to relax for your amusement. You paused, knowing he was just trying to get him to yourself, before nodding because one drink wouldn’t hurt.

"Fine. But only one." You warned, caving into his offer and following him towards the bar. Johnny snickered.

“Don’t get too excited.” He teased, his hand finding your lower back to guide you through groups of people to get to the club bar that was centered in the room. Once you made it to the bar, you both sat down on stools to wait for the bartender surrounded by swarms of people, and you raised an eyebrow.

“You know, you could’ve just joined our booth. You didn’t have to drag me away from everyone else.” He had a bad habit of trying to hog your attention every chance he could possibly get. He shrugged.

“They never shut the fuck up. I want you to talk to me.” God. It wasn’t like he was even trying to be subtle. You bit back amusement.

"So you miss me." You summed up, drumming your fingers against your chin where it rested in your palm as you looked at him. It was so evident in the way his eyes wouldn't leave you. When he spluttered, you shook your head and smiled just a little bit. "I don't mind if you do, PJ."

"Of course I fucking miss you. I always miss you." There it was. Just as you were going to try and respond to that with some poise, the bartender reached the both of you for your orders. He used that as his escape from the conversation.

"Rum and coke, please." Johnny gave her one of those wide smiles, and you soured at the way she winked back at him before she slowly turned to you. Johnny didn't seem to pay attention, his eyes glued to you as you ordered after him.

"Same for me." You didn’t want to make it obvious that you still didn’t like the prospect of other women flirting with Johnny, but he needed a wake up call at some point. “She your type?”

“You’re my type.” He replied easily, eyeing you pointedly as he turned completely away from where the bartender was still standing within earshot of you. You almost laughed at that, rolling your eyes.

“I don’t know if I wanna be your type.” You teased, referencing the way his flirting game was always turned up to 11. He winked at you.

"You be whatever you wanna be, babydoll. I'm just along for the ride." Yeah, he had definitely been drinking. He never said anything that douchey when he was sober. You laughed and ran a hand over your face.

"Knox. Shut up and drink." You groaned, motioning to the glass that the bartender had just slid towards him. Yours was nowhere in sight, and you could feel yourself getting irritated towards the bartender. It only got worse when you noticed pen on the napkin she slid after his drink. A phone number.

"Well, would you look at that. Maybe I'll get to find the Ville to my Y/n." He said cockily, waving his napkin at you with an instigating smirk on his face. You tensed slightly at that, because up until now he’d been in about the opposite of a joking mood about that whole situation, before biting the inside of your cheek.

"For someone who wants to make up and fix things, you sure aren't acting like it." You gave up on your attempts to skirt over your harsh feelings, instead meeting them head on with an unimpressed look on your face.

"What? You said to get over it, and when I get over things, I make jokes. And he’s a joke, so it works." And there he went, just proving your point further. You blew out a sigh, desperately wishing that you had remembered to snag your liquor bomb out of the booth before Johnny had convinced you to go to the bar. You weren't drunk enough for his bitterness.

"Stop." You said tightly just as the bartender slid your drink forward, taking a large sip of your drink to soften what could’ve been quickly turning into a fight.

“I’m kidding. Swear. I’ll stop.” Johnny said then, wiggling his eyebrows at you over the rim of his glass as he took a sip two times bigger than yours.

"That’s hilarious. I almost laughed that time.” You muttered, rolling your eyes as you watched him drink. He was clearly having a ball messing with you, and you were trying to will yourself to relax. “Glad you’re having so much fun.”

“You should be having fun, too.” He scoffed, and then you felt yourself jump a little bit when you felt his hand on your knee. Self control. Self control. Self control. “I know a few ways you could have some fun.”

“Yeah? Pray tell.” You tried to look unimpressed, but you found your eyes pulling strongly in the direction of his hand on your knee. It only got worse when his fingers started to skate higher.

“It might be a little…unsavory for where we’re at.” He said coyly, his eyes finding yours with a smirk pulling hard at his lips. You bit your tongue.

"I don't know. Sometimes I allow it. With certain people." You said offhandedly. Goddamnit. Your so called 'iron-resolve' was fucking pathetic. One genuine smile from him and you were ready to spread your legs open for him all over again. There went being patient.

"Well then you’re really gonna like what I’ve got." Just as the bartender leaned over the bar to check on you both, Johnny dipped his head towards you, his teeth finding the sensitive skin of your neck and sinking in softly. "Let me take you to the bathroom."

"PJ. Nuh uh." You pushed his head away from your neck, laughing like an idiot as you were met with lust-filled eyes. You ignored the bartender's sour look in favor of gazing curiously at him. "You seriously want to?"

"I need you, Y/n." He breathed, his hand finding my hip as his head dipped down lower so that you barely had any space between the two of you. You took one look at his parted lips and dilated pupils, then nodded in agreement. One step back was fine if it was two steps forward, right?

"Okay, let's go." You took his hand, abandoning your drinks on the bar-top as you pulled him along towards where you could see the bathrooms on the wall of the club. "Don’t tell anyone about this, okay?”

“No one fucking cares anyway.” Johnny brushed your worries off, pushing the single stall women’s bathroom open and quickly pulling the door shut behind you.

"I don't know..." You mumbled as he closed the door behind you, the twinge of guilt building up into your chest as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. He swayed you, lips dipping back to your neck right over the spot where he had bit not two minutes earlier. "Someone definitely saw us come in here."

"Y/n." He broke away from your neck, gently taking your face in both hands and holding your gaze strongly. "You’re an adult. You can do what you want. Who cares what those assholes have to say about it, alright?"

Sometimes, in moments like these, the moments that had made you so angry at him before didn’t seem so bad. He could be so sweet. His reassuring words, his soft touches, everything. You sometimes wanted them permanently without consequence so badly.

"Okay." You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down and pull back into the moment you were currently in. Not exactly a completely romantic one, but one that appealed to you nonetheless. "Sorry."

"Don't say sorry. Just let me give you what you deserve." He said softly, his hand moving to push your hands apart where you were nervously picking at your nail beds. You looked up at him, smiling softly when you realized that you were just being stupid. Trying to hold standards that didn't exist just because you were tipsy.

His hands gently fell to your hips as he pulled you closer to him, his eyes calm and relaxed as he leaned down and kissed you softly. Familiar taste and familiar smell enveloped you, and you fisted your hands in the front of his Budweiser shirt to get him as close to you as he could go.

"You want me?" He broke your kiss to breathe softly into your ear, his wandering hands finding purchase in the back pockets of the Dickies that you had stolen from him once a long time ago and then had just never given back. You let out a shaky sigh.

"Fuck. Yeah." It felt like you were openly admitting it to yourself at that moment. You had thought that you’d be able to forget what it felt like to have Johnny's hands all over every inch of your body, but you were just lying to yourself. You could never forget, because nothing could ever compare.

"Good." He started on the belt that was holding your (his) pants up, his breath shaking in his throat as your hands slid under the hem of his shirt to touch his warm skin with your cold fingertips.

"Not in the bathroom—" You began when he suddenly dropped down to his knees on the ground in front of you once he had gotten your belt out of the loops, wincing at the thought of how dirty the bathroom floor probably was. The pants immediately sagged low on your hips without the assistance of your belt, and he tutted.

"Yes in the bathroom. I need it." He was half demanding and half pleading with you as he loosely hooked his fingers in the waist of your pants and pulled them the rest of the way down your legs. He then raised his eyebrows and slowly looked up to you after getting a look at the lacy thong you were wearing. "You planning on gettin' fucked or something?"

"Something like that." You said breathlessly as he took the fabric of your underwear between his teeth; that cheeky, shit-eating grin on his face as he began to slowly pull them down your thighs. "Okay, showboat. Quit fucking drawing it out."

"Feisty." He quickly used his hand to pull your thong the rest of the way off, and you frowned momentarily when you noticed that he was shoving the thin material into his back pocket. Before you could open your mouth again to voice a complaint, however, his hand was coaxing one of your legs over his shoulder, and then his mouth was on your clit with wide, open-mouthed tonguing kisses.

"Oh, fuck." You were no longer consciously aware of the fact that you were trying to remain subtle, and your head fell back as your fingers laced their way into his hair. "Fuck, PJ."

He hummed, his hand pushing you closer as he swiped his tongue through your pussy over and over again, a sucking sound coming rhythmically from the movements of his tongue. He had a hand splayed out over your thigh, and your hand unconsciously fell down to his, his fingers lacing together with yours so that he was holding your hand while he sucked on your clit.

Way to keep a distance.

You knew you were probably pulling on his hair a little too hard, and you could hear the whimpers and gasps that came from his mouth even with it being occupied, but every swipe of his tongue over your already-sensitive clit had sharp spikes of pleasure shooting through your stomach, and you couldn't help yourself. If you were making a mistake, might as well make the most of it.

"Fuck, I love your pussy. Could eat this all fuckin' night." Johnny gasped in a momentary break for air, his hand squeezing yours even tighter as he gazed happily up at you with shining lips.

"Keep going. Please." You said breathlessly, feeling unsteady and dizzy with the absence of his touch. He really did have you whipped. You could feel a whine building in your throat seconds before he was pressing his mouth back in your pussy, satiating the need that was threatening to consume you and pulling a high moan from your lips.

The sight of Johnny's head between your legs in the bathroom mirror was only pushing you further, and you could feel your orgasm threatening to hit you as you arched your back even further back against the counter while you applied pressure to his head with the hand in his hair.

"Don't stop." You gasped as if you would've been able to pry him away if you’d tried, rolling your hips up towards his mouth. His free hand moved to keep your hips in place, and then with a few harsh flicks of his tongue you were cumming, head dropping back as you let out a sound that was way too loud to be kept within the confines of the small bathroom.

As always, Johnny didn't stop licking and sucking until you were forcibly pushing his head from your pussy, overworked and overstimulated as you pulled a shaky leg from his shoulder. Reality then came crashing in on you over what you had just let him do and where you had let him do it, and the only thing in the room to soothe you was the pleased, fucked-out look on Johnny's face as he wiped his mouth.

"God, you look so fuckin' gorgeous." He breathed as his cheek fell to your thigh, his hand still partially holding you up as you took big, heavy gasps of air into your lungs in an attempt to ground yourself. A brisque smile fell onto your lips momentarily, just long enough to indulge him. However, he seemed to catch on to your hesitancy, and suddenly he was standing up. His mouth was so close to yours that you could practically smell what he had just been doing.

"Look at me." The demand in his voice made your heart jump, and despite the sudden pull of his fingers on your chin, your eyes raised to his slowly. He stared directly at you. "Open your mouth."

It wasn't a familiar request, but the strength of his voice and your craving for his attention after being touched so carefully coaxed you into doing as he asked, eyes slightly uncertain as you stuck your tongue out a little. And then, in a moment that you knew was going to be ingrained into your brain for the foreseeable future, he spat right into your mouth.

"You taste your fucking pussy on my breath?" The look in his eyes demanded a response, and you slowly nodded, swallowing down his spit with your free hand bunching in the hem of his t-shirt. He leaned in even closer. "That's the only place you should be tasting it. You're fucking me, you understand?"

Words could not describe the dizzy pleasure rushing through your brain at the harsh tone of his voice. He could've said anything and you still would've been nodding along like you were now. He pressed his lips to yours, tongue barely swiping into your mouth before he was breaking away.

"Good. Now get dressed and come back out." And then that fucker slipped right out of the bathroom, leaving you pants-less and in shock as you stared at the door he had closed behind himself.

"Fucking Knoxville." You muttered to yourself, shaking your head to clear your thoughts a little bit as you picked up your pants. And now you had agreed to only fuck him. Awesome.

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That was the last thing Johnny had said to you not ten minutes before, and ever since then, you’d been trying your best to avoid him. You didn’t know how you felt about the things he’d said to you throughout the night, and you definitely weren't sure about the fact that you were feeling a lot more partial to him than you had been a week ago.

Unfortunately for you, if you let Johnny Knoxville put his hand in your pants, there was a good chance he was going to follow you around like a lovesick puppy with attachment issues until you forcibly kicked him away. Which is why, while you were trying to both listen to and tell stories with Dave at the club couch that you had moved to sit on, Johnny was basically up your ass.

First it started with him purposely acknowledging Pontius' invite for conversation right behind you so that he could not-so-inconspicuously rest his hand right behind your head on the back of the couch, which Dave noticed just as fast as you did and sent you a look that was both judgmental and amused. Then it escalated when Johnny sat down directly next to you.

"PJ." You spoke in a warning tone as his arm knocked into yours, and you felt a deep shoot of irritation run through you when he completely ignored you and continued to animatedly talk to Pontius about the long, drawn-out way that he had come up with the stunt that you were all currently in the process of getting set up for in LA.

"You guys are still broken up, aren't you?" Dave didn't sound sure of himself as he asked, and you rolled your eyes. Not everyone in the crew knew that you and Johnny were still…doing what you were doing, although you were sure some of your friends had begun to suspect you. Thankfully you had gotten better at hiding it, and this time you hadn't even left any hickeys on each other.

"Yep. And yet here he is." You grumbled, nodding your head to the side in Johnny's direction. Usually this kind of up-close-and-personal behavior would signify that Johnny had been through a few too many tequila shots, but you knew that there were other reasons behind his clinginess tonight. "He's trying to get fucking attention."

"Doesn't he have a girlfriend?" Once again, Dave did not sound sure of himself on how much that really mattered. If only he knew the half of it. You pursed your lips, taking a long sip of your drink and pondering whether you had enough energy to get up and move.

"Apparently not anymore." It had been three weeks since Johnny had broken up with Mandy. Three long weeks of getting over some of the biggest fights of your lives and slowly repairing the relationship that had been tinged by the never ending drama during your breakup. "He probably fucking annoyed her into leaving like he's doing right now."

Annoyed her in one way, alright.

"Y/n, you are one of my best friends, and I love spending time with you, but I need to be like, four more drinks in before I start listening to this shit." After a second of pause, Dave spoke honestly to you, and although you really didn't want him to leave you with an overly-clingy Johnny, which he was currently getting up to do, you couldn't help but laugh.

"Fine. But take Pontius with you so that I can ream his ass into leaving me alone." You spoke a little quieter then just in case Johnny could hear you over his own rambling, motioning over to where Pontius was kneeled right on the edge of the long couch by him. "And grab me a beer, too."

Just like you thought, as soon as Johnny didn't have Chris' attention anymore, he was immediately stretching his arm over the back of the couch so that it was mere inches from being wrapped around your shoulders before he was turning in your direction. He was met by your bitter glare, which he took in head-on.

"What's wrong with you?" There was no snark in his tone, but you could tell that the allusion was there. You couldn't exactly blame him, because you knew perfectly well that you looked miserable, but god be damned if you weren't going to blame him anyway. You weren't quite done being mad at him, after all.

"Do you have to sit right next to me? You're touching me." You complained, shooting a dirty look at the lack of space between you. He didn't move, which didn't surprise you at all, just let a hint of a grin ghost his lips.

"Did you get rid of everyone on purpose, or are you just scaring people away with that look on your face?" He retorted, raising his eyebrows in question over the rims of his JK monikered sunglasses. You just stared at him, trying to hold yourself back from snapping something back.

"Getting me a drink and being scared off are two different things. Just like making conversation and pestering." You were speaking pointedly, and you made sure that he could tell by the look on your face. He blew his breath out in an almost-whistle, shaking his head.

"You wanna make conversation? I'll make conversation." You could tell that you were starting to get to him, and you had to bite back a grin at the fact. Usually he was pretty easy-going, and your attitude did nothing if not encourage him more, but today he was evidently off his game. He wasn’t quite done being mad at you, either. Baby steps. "You wanna hear the story I was telling Chris?"

"Hell n—"

"It actually involves you. So you know how you learned how to do that move where you kick someone and knock them out just in case we did a bit on it?" Great. It involved you. That was always nice. When you gave up on ignoring him and just nodded along, he continued. "I wanted all the guys to get that done to them to see who takes it best, but I know you're busy tomorrow so I found a different chick that can do the same thing. You know, because it's funnier to have a bunch of guys get knocked out by a girl."

"Why are you setting up before the actual day if it's not a set stunt?" You could get knocked out anywhere in the world. You didn't need a set for that. You knew you were just digging yourself into a hole by asking questions, as he would definitely answer by tenfold, but you were kind of in a tough position considering he was about three inches away from you. And you weren't completely against the fact that you could smell the scent of his sweet cologne due to how close he was to you.

"Because I want them to fall off a ledge and onto a catch bag when they go down." He said it like it was obvious. Sometimes you wondered if something was a little not right in his head. "God, I wish you could be there tomorrow. You could've done those cinematic falling shots. You know, you could always just—"

"Don't ask me to come in. It’s my one day off." You had been working non-stop for close to two months now, and you were starting to get a little burnt out. It also didn’t help that you knew you’d be deathly hungover by the time morning came. Plus, he didn't really care about your falling shots. He just wanted you to be there so that you were the one doing the kicking.

"Even if I did come in, I wouldn't get any shots, because you'd want me to kick."

"You just look so much better on camera." You were supposed to be ‘gently leading back into things’, but he could say things like that. He was just full of good stuff tonight. You raised an eyebrow, shaking your head.

"Funny." You were refraining from making any comments on that. He seemed to be in too much of a good mood for things to genuinely bother him, but you didn't want to chance it. You were honestly enjoying his company (for once) too much to ruin it.

"What? Your face is cinematically pleasing." He protested, reaching out to pat your knee with a satisfied look at his own compliment. You snorted.

"Cinematically pleasing. That's an interesting compliment." You muttered, grinning despite your best intentions. He really was funny, whether on purpose or not. "PJ, you don't care about being cinematically pleasing. You just want it to look like it hurts."

"But I care about you caring about it." He insisted. You then noticed that he had never taken his hand off of your knee after he'd first touched it, and you silently wondered if he was even talking to you past trying to get in your pants for the second time in an hour. "You know, we should really buy you one of those fancy still shot cameras. You take great fuckin' pictures. I think you’re even better than Kosick."

"You're being real nice. I thought you were mad at me." You said softly. His hand hadn't moved up any further, but you knew it wanted to. Especially because he was pointing out things that he never even made a point to mention before.

"Can’t be mad at you when you look as good as you do, dollface." As he said that, you scoffed with a badly-suppressed grin, because he was really something else, but he clearly was oblivious, because he continued to talk. "Anyway, I think the next stunt we're gonna set up is—"

Dave and Pontius never came back. Which meant, in turn, you were left with the babbling wonder for the unforeseeable future, during which he didn't shut up for more than a breath before continuing into whatever asinine topic he could think of next. The only time he'd left you alone was to get up and get the both of you more drinks, but he'd been back with a bottle of vodka before you could make an escape.

By the time you could see your friends progressing into drunk, doing-stupid-things territory, it felt like your mind was melting. You and Johnny were still sitting on the couch, but you were now turned sideways so that you were facing him directly with your legs crossed and your face resting in both hands as you stared dead-ahead in his general direction. You were starting to think that you were going to have to toughen up and escape for home. You weren’t sure you were going to be able to deal with this any longer.

"...and I didn't hate it, per se, but I didn't really like it, either. I mean, it was better with you, but I haven't done it since." He was now on the topic of acid since he'd seen someone selling it in the corner of the club, and he was telling you things you already knew. Like he said, you’d seen him on acid a few times. "Did I ever tell you about the time that I thought you were coming to kill me when we took acid?"

Alright. Enough.

"PJ. Honey." You took the one of his hands that wasn't holding the vodka bottle in yours, evidently startling him out of continuing his story as his gaze steadied on yours. You shook your head. "No more stories."

"Oh, Jesus. I've been talkin' your ear off." He seemed to suddenly realize how long you’d been sitting there and how much more crowded it had gotten since you’d arrived pretty early in the night. You nodded slowly, stifling a yawn.

"I gotta hand it to you. You really know how to keep me from getting out of control in your own, special way." You muttered, leaning your head to the side so that you could rest it against the back of the couch. "And you don't have to tell me about when you thought I was going to kill you when you were on acid. I remember when that happened. You freaked out and rolled yourself out of bed."

"Why didn't you tell me to shut up sooner?" He asked, as if the thought of him rambling until you died actually bothered him. You let go of his hand, reaching into the pocket of your sweatshirt until you found your cigarettes and lighter before pulling them out.

"I was waiting for Dave to come back with my beer." That was a lie, and he knew it, but it was easier than admitting that you liked the sound of his voice. You let smoke pour out of your nose as you lit your cigarette with your head still resting against the couch, looking up at him with tipsy interest. He tsked, reaching out and brushing his thumb over your cheek.

"I tired you out, didn't I?" He asked, speaking softer now as your eyes closed slightly to his touch. Too much vodka and not enough self control.

"Yep." You mumbled, leaning your face completely into his palm and letting out a soft sigh. You could've fallen asleep right there if you’d put some effort in.

"You gonna go home?" He sounded slightly dejected, and you felt your heart ache. Maybe you wouldn't leave alone. Maybe. His hand was still on your cheek, and he was wearing one of your favorite shirts on him.

"Yep." You said again, taking your cigarette out of your mouth and lifting your head up off the couch to look him seriously in the eyes. "I'll take you home with me if you kiss me."

Okay. Zero self control. But he’d been sweet lately, and you felt good about tonight. His lips parted slightly in surprise, and then he was grinning.

"Oh, that's what we're doing now?" He chuckled, his eyes slowly moving down and then dragging back up in a look that was close to eating you alive. He then leaned in, the hand on your cheek moving to grip your chin before he was pressing an open-mouthed kiss to your lips. It was a lot sloppier than you were anticipating, but you’d both been pretty stringent with kissing up until then, so it was barely a second before you were reciprocating with equal effort.

Making out in the middle of a crowded club when it was pretty common knowledge that you weren't together probably wasn't the smartest idea, but honestly, who gave a fuck. If no one was ever going to pull you aside and be real like good friends were supposed to when you were making bad decisions, then you were just going to keep making them in the form of your all time favorite bad decision. Whose name happened to start with a J. And who was slowly working towards turning himself into a…neutral decision.

"Whew. Straight vodka." He said as he broke away from the kiss, making a face. Clearly his tongue in your mouth had betrayed how much you’d been drinking throughout his night of storytelling, and you winced apologetically.

"Yeah. I think I drank too much." You admitted, looking down towards his spit-shined lips another time and then grinning in guilt when you saw that he was watching you. "Way too much."

"Well, now I guess I have to go back to your place, huh? Make sure you don't asphyxiate." He crooned, holding out a hand for you as he started to stand up. You snickered, getting on your feet and then immediately feeling the liquor hit you as you swayed violently. Never drink sitting down.

"Thanks, Knoxville. No hidden intentions there, I'm sure." You raised your eyebrows suspiciously at him, and he feigned an offended look as he extended his arm for you to hold onto with most of your weight.

"Knoxville? You were callin' me PJ a minute ago!" He protested as he basically held you up while you walked, holding one of your hands while you used the other one to take another drag off of your cigarette and shrugged.

"That's your name." You said through smoke, giving Dave a huge grin and a thumbs up as you passed him at the bar with Pontius and Bam. He threw a hand in the air, and you just made a kissing face before he was too far behind you for him to see you anymore. Bam looked even less impressed.

"Not with you, it's not." Johnny was clearly trying to pull you faster so that you’d stop making faces at your friends, and you leaned into his shoulder and groaned at the quickened pace. Your drunk stumbling was no match for his long strides.

"Okay, PJ." You rolled your eyes, almost dropping your cigarette when Johnny reached his arm around your shoulder with his hand still holding yours to pull you away from running into someone. You blinked when your head spun. "Whew. Why did you pick vodka?"

"You like vodka. Clearly." He explained, glancing to the side to give you a pointed look. You chuckled at that, knowing that was about the truest reason he could've given. Vodka and any other liquor, especially liquor bombs, were usually a horrible mix that had you hating your life for at least a day an a half, so you were already on a path towards destruction.

You didn't know if Johnny was even sober enough to drive, but you weren't sober enough to care, so you trailed right along after him until you were getting into his car, which was sloppily parked on the curb to the left of the club. You hadn't gotten a chance to say goodbye to anyone that you had come to the club with in the first place, which you knew you were going to get shit for when you came back to work in a few days, but you couldn't be bothered considering Johnny had been literally holding your hand with his arm around your shoulders.

"I love sleepovers." You hummed as he helped you into the passenger side, blowing him a kiss and silently wishing that he had brought the bottle of vodka with him.

"Yeah, that's all it's gonna be, Y/n/n. You are plastered." Johnny said seriously, reaching across you to buckle your seatbelt and then taking your cigarette butt from you and huffing in a small drag before tossing it into the road. You pouted.

"Then we have to at least snuggle.” When had you ever had a sense of pride and self-respect, anyway? He raised his eyebrows.

"You know, if you keep all of this up, I'm gonna forget some rules that we've been following, sweetheart." He hummed softly, giving you a pointed look before shutting your door and not giving you a chance to respond. You made a face as you watched him walk around to the driver's side, drunkenly wondering when the hell you had ever been ones to follow rules.

"I'm just drunk, Peej. Let me live my life." You groaned once he opened his door, leaning your head against the shoulder of his bucket seat and blinking slowly at him. He turned the car on, giving you an I'm well aware look before resting his arm next to you on the console and taking your hand again.

"Oh believe me, honey. I'm all for you living your life."

The drive home felt like forever. You were getting tired, but at the same time you wanted to keep the party going once you got back to your apartment. You couldn’t help but picture the sight of Johnny in your bed the entire ride, running your thumb over the top of his hand as you did so whilst staring intently out the windshield.

When you finally pulled into your parking lot, you had realized that there was no way you had enough energy to keep any type of party going. Too much vodka and a long work day had sucked everything out of you. Not to mention Johnny sucking a lot out of you in the club bathroom to add onto everything.

By the time you both got into your apartment, you were ready to just give up and collapse on the first surface that was comfortable enough for sleep. However, you didn't get the option, because Johnny had a grip on you that kept you on your feet and off the floor that was looking more and more comfortable by the second.

"I'm not ready to go to bed yet." You whined when he tried to lead you towards the stairs that would lead up to where your room was. You had spotted your living room, and suddenly you were picturing your makeout session at the club. He let out a disgruntled sigh, pausing and looking around before motioning to the couch.

"Whaddya want? To sit down?" He asked, looking down as you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your cheek against his chest. Drunk you was definitely going to want to kick your own ass in the morning. Especially because Johnny had the innate ability to remember all of what you had been doing the morning after.

"Mhm." You wanted to kiss him. If he hadn't been too tall for you to kiss him without pulling him down you would've, but you settled instead for letting him gently help you down so that you were sitting on the couch before you pulled him down next to you. You really needed to quit drinking. "We could sleep down here."

"Y/n, I already told you, we��"

"Just kissing!" You begged before he could tell you once again that you had rules to follow or whatever. He tongued the inside of his cheek, looking down at you with a spark in his eyes that you had a feeling was amusement. It only got worse when you pulled yourself closer to him, one leg half over his and your hand fisted in his shirt. He raised an eyebrow at you.

"What the hell's gotten into you?" He mumbled as your free hand came up to cup his cheek, his eyes having a hard time making it past your lips by that point. It was still dark in your apartment due to the fact that you had neglected to turn any lights on other than the stove light that was always on, but you could still see the look on his face. You smiled coyly.

"I miss you. A lot. All the time." Yep. You were definitely going to want to kick your own ass in the morning. Usually this happened the other way around, and Johnny was the one drunkenly admitting how much he missed you. And usually you were the one saying–

"No you don't." Johnny's eyes were soft as he spoke, and you couldn't detect the hint of bitterness in his tone that you usually could hear whenever he spoke to you.

“I do. I was trying to keep it a secret.” You mumbled, moving your hand up to cup his cheek. It only took a second of his love-drunk look trained in your direction before you leaned forwards and closed the gap, pulling him in more by the collar of his shirt as your lips met.

It was a lot sloppier this time than before, as you were drunk and Johnny liked it sloppy, so your hands were in his hair before long as you got closer and closer to him with every push of your tongues together.

One of his hands moved to your hip under the hem of your shirt while the other one stayed on your back to keep you from leaning back too far, and you could feel your entire body heating up as you pulled on his hair slightly. You’d been doing your best to keep space between you as of late as a way to actually work on your relationship, and despite all of your best inhibitions, you had really missed this much intimacy with him. He was letting you touch him more than he had in over a month (and vice versa), and he just smelled so good. You really had no self control when it came to Johnny.

"Slow down." He broke your kiss, giving you a look as he pulled your hand away from where it had been starting to push under his shirt and towards the buckle of his belt. Always ruining your plans. "You are really persistent, sweetheart. You know that?"

"I just wanna be closer to you." You pouted, looking at him with helpless eyes and saliva-coated lips as he wiped his own mouth off with his thumb. He let out a sigh, that relaxed grin coming back onto his face as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and slowly guided you into his side. Exactly what you wanted.

"I know. I'm right here." He reassured you, running a hand over your hair and then pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Despite what people (yourself included) wanted to say about Johnny being immature and a little too carefree, he really did do a good job of taking care of you when you were drunk. You got really touchy when you’d had too much to drink, and he never complained. It probably had something to do with the fact that he was about ten times worse, but still. You appreciated what he was doing now as opposed to being dumped in your bed and left with a bucket like the rest of your friends would do.

"You're like, the best. I wish you could sleep over every night like you used to." You babbled against his shoulder, tracing your finger over the pattern of his shirt. He rubbed his hand up and down your arm, resting his cheek against your head.

"You'd get sick of me." He reasoned, watching the way you laced your fingers together with his where you’d dragged his free hand into your lap. You shook your head adamantly, looking back up to give him your most serious look before you kissed him again. And again. And again.

"No I won't. Stay here forever." You encouraged, nuzzling your face into his neck and then squeezing his hand before yawning. "I think I'm ready for bed."

"I'll carry you." He sighed, beginning to shift out of your steel grasp so that he could actually get off of the couch to pick you up. You didn't want to let him go, but you made the effort, forcing yourself to let him pull his hand away before opening your arms to him once he was standing.

You were then carried up the stairs and right into your room, Johnny taking the trip without a single problem in the pitch darkness due to how many times he had done it in the past.

He then helped you get undressed before you attempted (and failed) to do the same for him, ending up with you already curled up in bed while Johnny slowly stripped out of his clothes in the soft hue of the salt lamp you had left on due to being late for work that morning.

When he finally got into bed (and on his past pre-determined side, no less), you immediately enveloped yourself in him again, resting your head on his pillow with your arm thrown over his side as he wrapped both arms around you.

"Can I tell you something?" You asked after a little while of silence, tilting your head upwards slightly so that you could see his face. He let out a long sigh.

"Yes." He didn’t sound excited, but you were grateful that he was indulging you regardless. You paused for a second to gather your thoughts as you ran a finger up and down the muscles of his arm.

"I’m ready to be done. With waiting." You’d been ‘taking things slow’ for what felt like forever now, and you’d had enough of long talks and trying to put your feelings on a trial period. “I really miss you. And this.”

There was a king beat of silence before Johnny responded.

"Are you sure? I’ll wait as long as you want me to, sweetheart." He said quietly, kissing your cheek gently as he massaged your hip. You took a second before nodding to prove to him that you were actually using your brain to think and not just the alcohol level of your blood.

"I’m sure. I want you, and I want to be where we were." Every day that you had spent slowing yourself down and thinking out everything between you had been torture. Necessary, but torture. You had barely let yourself touch him at all, and it had been something that you would forever crave like the air you needed to breathe. “I trust you, PJ. And I still love you just as much as I did.”

Another beat of silence, and then Johnny was turning to basically wrap you in a bear hug with his weight half on top of you.

“God, I’ve been waiting for you to say that for so fuckin’ long. I’ve been done waitin’ for weeks.” He said happily, his voice a mumble against your neck as he let out a breath that sounded like he’d been holding it. “I love you. I never wanna lose you again.”

You were losing the battle to try to stay awake, and his body heat wasn't making it much better, but you wrapped your arms just as tightly around him, running your fingers through his flattened hair. A sense of peace that you had been unable to achieve over the turmoil that had been going back and forth between you for what had seemed like forever had slowly fallen over you, and you couldn’t help the full smile forming on your face.

"I'm glad you came back with me."

"Me too, baby." He sounded more content than you had heard from him in months, and you hugged him a little tighter. As long as you had him in your arms, you didn't care about anything. And it didn’t seem like you were going to have to worry about losing him again.

#johnny knoxville #johnny knoxville smut #johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville fic #jackass #jackass movie #jackass mtv #jackass imagine #dave england #ryan dunn #steve o #bam margera #chris pontius

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lilithknoxville · 5 months ago

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hello! ✨

so like. the jackass brainrot has hit an all time high and i finally succumbed to making a jackass / johnny themed tumblr.

my carrd is https://lilithknoxville.carrd.co but like if you don’t wanna read all that, keep scrolling to find a very basic about me :)

my name is lilith! you can totally call me lily if you want - i really don’t care either way

i’m 23! i was born in september and im a virgo

i’ve been in love with johnny since i was six years old, but i was also a bam girlie too lol. i’m more of a johnny and chris girl now but i will forever hold a soft spot in my heart for bam. him and johnny will forever be the loves of my life 🩷

im a writer! i’ll more than likely be posting little stories and stuff on here! thats why i made this tumblr lol. most of my friends think im annoying for how much i talk about jackass / johnny so i needed a place to scream LOL

that’s really it for the most part! you’re more than welcome to send me a message or whatever. or pls jump into the asks and give me story ideas 🥲 im but an eel and never have any good ideas on my own

Below the Read More are links to stories I’ve posted! This list will be ever growing so keep checking back here for quick links to all of my stories!

Key:

🩷 - Fluff 🖤 - Smut 💙 - Angst

Johnny Knoxville

Quickie 🖤

Needy 🖤

Barbells and Bitemarks 🖤

Only You 🩷💙

Don’t Say That I Didn’t Warn You 💙

Jess Margera

Unexpected Harmony 🩷

#johnny knoxville #intro post #jackass #jeff tremaine #johnny knoxville x reader #wee man #ryan dunn #bam margera #steve o #chris pontius #lilith’s writing #johnny knoxville smut #jackass headcanons #jackass x reader #jackass fics #jackass fic

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vivaladicamillo · 2 years ago

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Dude! I need a smutty and fluffy Headcannon of Ryan taking care of the reader who is his girlfriend and a female cast mate while she’s drunk as hell while out with the guys

RYAN DUNN TAKING CARE OF A DRUNK!READER

ive been super duper sick these past days and now that i actually have free time i can write abt ryan !!!!! i love him literally so much thank u for requesting this!!!

WARNINGS: talks of alcohol, drunk sex, and cursing

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SFW:

ok so yall are out with the guys

yall prob go to some cheap ass bar just to drink yk

turns out you had a little too many

nah a little is a understatement

u were stumbling, slurring and obviously wasted

ryan takes notice of this right away

bam starts picking on u and yk, being bam

“u cant hold ur alcohol for shit y/n”

ryan has to get him to stop so he can take u home

ryan would take u home ( or carry bc u literally cant stand up )

he finds out ur a very touchy person when ur drunk

not jn a weird way tho

just hugging and rambling abt how cool ryan is and how hes the best

even though ur literally talking to ryan

he thinks its cute

“nonono u don understand, dunn is literally the BEST person like ever to exist~”. “trust me y/n i understand” he says through a chuckle

will either go through ur draws to find you something to wear to sleep if ur at ur home or give u some on his old boxers and a old le tigre band tee he has

lets u go get changed (if u can) if not he will help u

he just wants u to he safe and comfortable

he will tuck u into bed and put medicine and a glass of water next to ur bedside just bc he knows ur gonna be FUCKEDD in the morning

will sleep on the couch even if its ur house just so he knows ur ok in the morning and don’t accidentally choke on ur vomit or something like that

hes definitely a over thinker when it comes to that stuff

NSFW:

ok different scene here

yall end up going to ryans hpuse just to hang and watch a movie or something

ofc u guys had some drinks

and ofc yall end up getting wasted

at this point in the night the movie is long over

u guys are just cracking jokes and laughing and just talking

he probably ends up accidentally confessing first

“ heheh, you know y/n ur like the most perfect person ever.” “ryyyyy stawppp thats not truee” “absolutely it is, everything about u is perfect, ur personality, ur looks, ur humor..”

god he will go on and on abt how ur perfect and how he really does love u

“well y/n.. i’ve actually liked u fooooorr quite some time now ive just had zero confidence to tell you” he says slurring

ur kinda taken aback

ryan mother fucking dunn

LIKES U??

the kid who u have liked since highschool LIKES U??

u admit that u have had a mega crush on him for a while now

but he honestly wasnt even paying attention to ur speech

hes just admiring you

and ur lips

mostly ur lips

“y/n,, can i kiss u right now?”

you two end up making out on his couch

then he carries u to the bedroom

i personally think ryan is sweet as can be during sex sober but drunk ryan is A WHOLE NEW LEVEL

hes just a wreck when it comes to u

he would literally do anything for u

lots and lots of grabbing and touching

he just wants to stay like this with u forever

sloppy kisses is a must

also A LOT OF PRAISE

i feel like when hes drunk though he just fucks faster yk?

he goes as a faster pace then he normally would

he also probably doesnt last as long as he usually does

u just feel so good how could he resist

cums on ur stomach or in a condom if hes wearing one.

is probably gonna pick uo a random old shirt on the ground and clean u up with it

HES A STINKY GUY WHAT DID U EXPECT??

after that, u will be stuck in a bear hug the rest of the night

lots of forehead and cheek kisses too

the next morning yall honestly don’t remember the night before

so waking up in ryans arms is a bit of a surprise at first

but when he wakes up and smiles at you

you feel happy

you finally got him, the guy u always wanted, and it only took some liquid courage to do so

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hopefully i did think correctly and right 🙏 making more ryan hcs soon

#god i love him #omg i miss ryan :(#i need a man like him frfr #jackass #cky crew #cky x reader #ryan dunn #cky4 #cky2k #cky3 #cky clip #ryan dunn x reader #ryan dunn x reader smut

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knoxslut · 2 years ago

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envy : johnny knoxville

💗warnings: jealous johnny, kind of rough smut, alcohol

💗summary: you and johnny had been best friends but one night he confesses something that changes ur relationship forever!!

💗a/n: I kind of hate this but it’s my first fic pls don’t bully me 🤙🤙

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Being a part of the jackass cast was the best job you could’ve asked for. You get to hang with your buddies all day for work, and at night you go to parties, bars, and clubs with them. Although it could be tough to deal with them sometimes, you could always handle it.

You had been best friends with bam and his family since you were young. You and the cKy crew grew up together. That’s how you eventually landed your spot in the jackass crew.

The moment you met the infamous Johnny Knoxville, something clicked. You two hit it off instantly, cracking each other up with jokes and stories. He was your best friend besides your cky buddies. Everyone would always tease you two about “how in love” you were, and you pretended to not care and be grossed out by it, even if you really did have a little crush on him. You knew he would never feel the same, so you tried your best to hide your feelings for him from everybody.

Work had run long into the night, and everyone decided to go out on the town together and meet up at some bar a little ways from set. You rushed home and put on a cute outfit that you hoped would spark attention.

Arriving at the bar, you saw bam, ryan, johnny, spike, and steveo sitting at a table in the back of the bar, sipping on beers, talking and laughing. You started walking over and they immediately put their eyes on you. “Y/n’s here!” Steve-o shouted. He stood up and hugged you with a firm, joking hit on the back. “Where’s everyone else?” You say. “They’re coming soon, probably fucking around on set still.” Bam says.

You can feel somebody’s eyes lingering on you. Johnny is staring at you, up and down, down and up, until he gets to your face. “Hey y/n. Sit down!” Johnny says, with his signature smile on his face, patting the seat next to him. You smile and sit as you see pontius, dave, ehren, wee-man, and preston walk into the bar.

After an hour or two, the bar is full and people are crowded on the dance floor. Everybody but johnny and spike are either getting more drinks, or dancing. You, steveo and pontius are on the dance floor, being stupid but having the time of your lives. “You look really pretty tonight,” pontius says to you. “Really? Thanks!” You say, genuinely complimented. Steve-o has found some girl to dance with, so you and pontius come to a silent agreement to be dance partners. You guys start dancing to whatever song is playing, holding hands. As the dancing progresses, you end up with your face pressed against his chest, arms wrapped around his waist, and his arms dangerously low on your back. You look over to johnny, who’s staring at you with an expression on his face you just can’t seem to figure out.

You and pontius are looking each other in the eyes, smiling and giggling together about something when you feel an arm grab you. You whip your head around ready to punch someone, but it’s Johnny. You were confused as to why he has grabbed you, but you smiled at him nonetheless. “Can I talk to you outside for a second? Sorry Pontius.” He says, sternly and quickly. He yanks you out of chris’s grip and pulls you out the back door of the bar, and faces you once you come out of the door.

You look at him with confusion. “What were you doing out there?” He says to you. You’re trying to look into his eyes to grasp any sense of emotion but you can’t because of his aviators. “Having fun, what are you talking about?” “I’m talking about the fact that you were letting Chris undress you with his eyes and then grope you on the dance floor!” You’re taken aback by his statement. “I let him undress me with his eyes and I let him grope me? What are you talking about? All we did was dance together! And plus even if he was doing all of that, why does it matter to you? It’s not like you’re my mom, who do you think you-“

Your statement gets cut off as johnny quickly comes down and kisses you passionately. You can taste the beer on his mouth and you can smell the cologne on him, and you loved it. He pulls away from the kiss, and looks you in the eyes. You’re too stunned to speak a word. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that? Since the day we met. You were the most beautiful woman i had ever seen. I just couldnt stand watching you with him tonight, im so-“ you cut him off and connect your lips with his once more, cutting him off just as he did to you a few moments ago. You hold his face as he holds your waist.

You had never dreamed that this would ever happen. Hearing Johnny say he wanted you since the day you met set your body ablaze. There was a growing fire in you as the kiss got more and more needy. Johnny pulls away quickly and the air is filled with the sound of your guys’s light panting. “Can we take this back to my place?” He says. All you can do is nod, making him smile. You two race to get back to his place and as soon as you get inside, you’re slammed up against the door, and kissed roughly.

Johnny forces his tongue into your mouth as they start battling for dominance. He breaks away for air and then picks you up so your stomach is against his and your legs are wrapped around his waist, then he starts bringing you upstairs. You place your arms on his shoulders and start trailing kisses from his jaw to his semi-exposed collarbone. You nip and leave lovebites all over the left side of his neck. You’re dropped onto his bed and he’s immediately over you, dark brown eyes burning into yours.

He brings his head next to yours so he can whisper in your ear, and puts his hands where your waist meets your hips. “Since the day we’ve met, I’ve wanted to fuck you until you come apart on my cock and every hole you have is filled with my cum. Is that what you want?” every word he said sent a shock to your core and took your breath out of your lungs. You can only nod as a devilish grin spreads across his face.

He lifts your shirt off of you and unhooks your bra. He comes up and stares at your uncovered upper body in front of him. “God, you’re beautiful.” You smile at the praise as he dives in to your neck, kissing and nipping down your chest all the way to your pants, you moaning in a mix of pain and pleasure each time he bites. He skillfully unbuttons and unzips your jeans using his teeth, then rips your pants off with his hands.

He starts rubbing your clit through your panties. You whimper and cover your mouth trying to conceal the moans bursting out of you. With his other hand, Johnny pulls your hand off of your mouth. “Let me hear you. Let everyone know who makes you feel good.” With his words, you start moaning freely and breathlessly saying his name. “Yeah, you like that?” He says with a sinister look in his eyes. You moan in response and squirm with his every movement.

He takes you by your hand and lifts you to stand up. “Now are you gonna use your words, or is your mouth only useful when it’s on my cock?” Yeah you probably could’ve spoken if you really tried, but you wanted the latter anyways. “Ok, fine.” He says and pushes you down to your knees. You start unbuckling his belt as fast as possible. His pants drop and he’s left with an obvious bulge in his boxers. You start palming at it and rubbing through the fabric. Each time he groans you squeeze your thighs tighter.

You hook your fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pull down, revealing his hard cock. You take it in your hand and swirl your tongue around the tip. Johnny puts his hand in your hair and grabs it, then starts lightly tugging at your hair each time you move your tongue. You quickly start taking more of him in, as much as you can each time. He starts moving your head up and down his cock, gently rocking his hips every time.

You start gagging on his cock each time it hits the back of your throat and tears start to prick at your eyes. Johnny is now completely controlling the movements, and you let him. Suddenly, he pulls you off. You’re pulled up and slammed back into the bed. Johnny pulls your underwear down, throwing it behind him with no regard for where they end up. He pulls his shirt off as quick as possible, and your eyes immediately land on his body. You reach to grab him but your hands are harshly pushed back into the bed. Johnny grabs your wrists, bringing them up over your head and holding them with one hand.

You gaze into his eyes, giving him a desperate look. He grabs his cock and runs it through your folds once before harshly shoving into you. Giving you no time to adjust, he starts at a rapid pace. The pain turns quickly into immense pleasure as you let out pornographic moans. “yeah. you like being fucked like the slut you are?” You only moan in response. “cant even respond. guess you’re only good at being fucked senseless, huh?”

your vision is blurry and you can barely hear, all of your focus on how good you feel. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, and you start clenching around Johnny. “shit doll, you keep doin that and I’m gonna-“ He interrupts himself with a moan. “oh shit, sweetheart I’m close.” He brings his hand that isn’t holding your hands to your neck, lightly squeezing. Your nails run against his back, hard and scratching, for sure gonna leave marks in the morning.

He brings his hands to your clit, rubbing fast circles, sending you over the edge. You clench around him before he throws his head back with a low, loud groan, spilling inside of you. your eyes roll to the back of your head in pure bliss. you look back at Johnny through half lidded eyes and you can see him staring at you with a smile on his face. “I wish you could see yourself, doll. you look like an angel.”

Your smile grows wide at his words and he comes down to give you a kiss. This one was different from the last ones. It was slow, gentle, and loving. He pulls away as you sit up on the bed. “I’ll be right back.” he runs out of the room and comes back in with new boxers on, a towel, and one of his old T-shirts. he hands you the shirt to put on as he wipes your core with the towel, grinning when he sees you shudder as the towel swipes through your sensitive folds.

he climbs into bed and pulls the two of you under the covers. you cuddle up to him and put your head on his chest. his arm comes around to hold you close and you feel his soft breath on your neck. you look up at him and smile. “I really like you, johnny.” he looks back at you with a goofy smile. “I really like you too.”

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