#steveo x reader smut

[vivaladicamillo]

Okay so I don’t know why but I’m just so fixated this idea? I can imagine a female reader, being the first and only girl in the jackass crew and also being apart of wildboyz. Her, Chris, & Steve-O are all attached at the hips obviously and maybe one day after filming for Wildboyz they all go back to the hotel and clean up, have a big smoke sess and it just leads to these two tag teaming her while there all high as hell? (Which btw I feel like it’s very much a common occurrence 🤭 especially if they’re in like a poly relationship)

STEVEO/READER/CHRIS PONTIUS IMAGINE

im literally so obsessed with this idea, know that chris and steve-o were so close anyways it always makes me giggle. sorry i didnt get to do this sooner i have had a kidney stone and have been super sick bc of it, welp enjoy!! this is also my first ever like actual written out smut so sorry if its absolute shit but i have the writing skills of a idiot so….

WARNINGS: cursing, drinking, talks of drugs and alcohol, and smut

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ok so u, steve-o and chris have always been pretty close

yall all met through the first season of jackass

u were good friends with steph so she invited u to go watch her and the guys do stupid shit

and ofc u wanted to participate

so u go onto set looking around for her

instead u see two half naked men just chillin, standing around

after some first awkward glances u meet with steph and watch everything unfold

everyone was in the middle of a type of field with a huge loop that ppl were trying to ride with skate boards and bikes and shit

it was actually super cool

after a few hours of filming in the hot sun u pretty much were beat

u walk over to ur friend to tell her u think ur gonna head out for today

but little do u know the two guys from earlier are also friends with steph

so the four of yall get to talking

and u learn that the one man whos tan, in pretty good shape and is now wearing bunny ears and a flower bra is chris pontius, and the other bald man wearing a cheetah speedo is steve-o

they both invited u to join them to get ihop after the shoot

and just like that a trio was born

the three of u were always together

either just chillin, partying, or filming

u guys were never apart

u were the only one out of the three who actually had an apartment

so the two mostly (basically) lived at ur house

after the seasons of jackass ended steve-o and chris ended up doing a spin off called “wildboyz”

obviously u were still gonna be with them

u do hella cameos in wildboyz

u do all the shit that the guys are too pussy to do

swimming with alligators, sharks, bears rlly anything

also when steveo didnt wanna jump off the bridge with wings on, u def did

so lets set the scene

after doing some filming in australia, the crew and u three decide to go out on the town in melborne

just doing some bar hopping

eventually the crew gets tired and drunk and go off back to the hotel room

not the three american idiots tho

u steveo and pontius are just having a grand ol’ time drinking, goofing around and just having fun

it seems awesome

until pontius ends up fist fighting with some random guys which leads to steveo also getting involved

that gets everyone kicked out the bar

after some mumbling and complaining from the two u bring up a solution

“hey lets just go back to my room, i brought some weed we could go smoke or something..”

it was a absolute yes

who says no to weed?

the three of u go back to ur hotel room and smoke 2 whole joints together

yall were HIGHHHHH

the three of u guys were just in a cluster on the cheap ass hotel rug, giggling and cracking jokes till way into the night

the thing is, when ur high, u tend to get a little touchy

so little touches on chris’ chest while laughing here and accidently touching steveos thigh there

totally innocent touches

things start to get a little intense tho

longer eye contact from chris, steve-o trying to make u laugh more

and just like that steve-o has u in a bear hug, ur back to his chest while chris is next to u guys

after u calm urself down from having a giggle attack

u look over at chris

“have i ever told u, u have a pretty face y/n” chris says

u kinda had to stop in ur tracks a bit, only bc ur surprised

“yea, ur right chris, i also never say how good u smell dude, its like heavenly” steveo chimes in

u start to get a little nervous

yea u thought ur two friends were super hot but u werent gonna tell THEM that

“yea its probably because i actually shower, unlike u two” u giggle trying to ease the tension

“im serious y/n, ur actually gorgeous, ive just never told u like out loud in person before” chris says

ur face starts to turn bright red

“guys wha-“

“aweee chris ur making them blush” steve-o chuckles

at this point ur beat red, and a little sweaty

ur just baffled bc u know all abt the type of ppl chris and steve-o go for, you the last person u would ever think they would even come close to saying that stuff too

“hey, lets put a proposal on the table” steveo says, snaking his hand around ur waist

“its been a hell of a night, why dont we end this shit off right, chris? y/n? u down?”

“LIKE SEX?” u blurt out in ur intoxicated state causing the two guys to burst out laughing

“yes y/n, like sex” chris says

welp who knew this was gonna happen

ur two best friends wanting to fuck u??? like what?? how did this happen

i mean u were already in steveos lap, having his hand wrap around ur waist as his head rests on ur shoulder and chris on the opposite side of u playing with ur hair, curling it in between his fingers

“fuck it” u say, turning to chris

chris leans in and starts kissing u

eh well not kissing

more like very drunkly making out

steve-o starts kissing and licking on ur neck

all this is making ur face bright red

and tbh making u hella turned on

u eventually crawl out of steveos lap straddling chris

he runs his hand up ur shirt and up the small of ur back, steveo then helps chris take off ur shirt and ur bra

steveo then starts massaging ur breasts while whispering sweet nothings into ur ear

u pull away from the two

“guys i really think we shouldnt do this on the gross ass hotel room floor, the room comes with a bed for a reason” you say

the two look at eachother then look at u and nod

chris throws u over his shoulder while steveo runs ahead and plops down on the bed

chris then puts u on the bed, leaving u in ur jean shorts from ur guys night on the town

chris then unzips ur shorts and looks up at ur for permission

u nod and he starts kissing down ur stomach, taking off ur jeans and panties as he does

chris starts to eat u out while u push ur back into steve-o

u go to tangle ur fingers into chris’ hair

steveo quickly takes ur wrists into one hand

“awee come one sweetheart ur giving him all the attention” he chuckles

u turn to him, not even able to make out a word bc of how good chris is doing

who knew that he could eat pussy like THAT

u lock lips with steveo and u both moan into the the kiss

chris pulls away from u

he gets up and crawls onto the bed with u and steveo

damn good thing u got a king bed with ur room

u turn to straddle steveo, grinding against him as u do causing u both to groan

u pull away helping steve-o get his pants off

u look over at chris and hes already intensely watching u too, dick in hand

bc thats just how he rolls

u take steve-os cock out of his boxers, lick up his shaft then get on top of him

u put his tip at ur entrance and slowly sink down onto him

u both moan at the feeling

as u start to ride him, u turn to chris once again and hes slowly stroking his dick, once u really get a look at it u realize how big he is

“hm what? u like what u see sweetheart?” chris mumbles in between moans

u nod, still riding steveo, feeling urself slowly creep towards release

steveo then pulls u off him

“i feel like this isnt fair, i shouldnt have to keep ur gorgeous body all to myself, thats just selfish.” he beckons chris over

“turn around” steve-o says

u do as he says, chris now on the bed in front of you

“whats wrong darling? u look like u want something, dont be shy” chris says caressing ur cheek to make u look him in his eyes

god u couldnt get enough of his big beautiful eyes

“yes..” u say lowly

“what was that? i cant hear u?”

“yes chris, please.” u say glancing down at his dick

while this is all happening steve-o is just groping ur ass

“ohh u wanna suck me off dont u?” he rubs his thumb across ur bottom lip “ofc u can, anything for u”

u lean down to his dick, putting it in ur hand and giving it small licks here and there

as ur ass is up in the air, right in front of steveos face, he pushes himself back into u, fucking u from behind

u start to take all of chris into ur mouth, moaning as u feel steveos hand reach for ur clit

the room was just filled with moans, groans, and the sound of skin slapping, steve-o and chris just making intense eye contact the whole time

“ah fuck y/n just like that” chris mumbles as u take his whole length down ur throat, gagging

steveos thrusts start to speed up quicker and u feel like ur going to cum and minute now

u pull off chris’ dick with a pop, jerking him off in place of ur mouth

“shit, im-“

u dont get to finish ur sentence before u feel urself cum all over steveos cock

steveos fucks u through ur high, pulls out and cums on ur back

then a few minutes later chris came onto ur face

after the three of u have calmed down from ur highs, chris gets up and grabs a towel from the bathroom to clean u guys up

well mainly u

after u three all get into bed and fall asleep, u cuddling into chris’ chest and steveo spooning u from behind

“man we should do that more often” steveo says

and u guys sure did

after that night u three all kinda agreed to be a thing, u recommend a poly relationship which they didnt know much about but were completely down for

they both are in love with u (and lowkey eachother) so it was a win for everyone involved

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ok hope yall enjoyed! as u can tell i cant take smut srsly at all ive never rlly written smut before at this detail level so i just kinda went with it, hope its not too bad. im also way to lazy atm to read over this for mistakes so ima just got with it, please keep recommending stuff for me to write! its very fun!

[jackassbrainrot]

pegging steve-o because we all know that man likes it up the crack

spread out [steveo x afab!reader]

desc: Steve O might not want a toy car up his ass, but you've got something he does

a/n: anon I love you, this was such a fun prompt! it's kind of short, sorry for that but I <3 it, weirdly sweet fic actually

warnings: smut, pegging, anal fingering, kind of fluffy and cute idk

word count: 611

Your body felt like it was on fire. You didn't know if it was due to the summer heat or your boyfriend's hands running down your body as you sat in his lap, lips dancing gently against his. You haven't moved from that position for god knows how long, enjoying your lazy makeout session, feeling his dick harden against your ass, lightly grinding back on it. He groaned into your mouth, pulling you closer by your waist. You knew he was getting desperate, little noises leaving his mouth as he tilted his hips for more friction.

"Fuck me?" It's what you'd been waiting to hear, his voice dripping with want from his kiss swollen lips. "Anything for you, babe." You planted another soft kiss to his lips before getting up, intertwining your fingers with his as you led him to the bedroom. He stripped down, settling on the bed as you rummaged through the closet, pulling out the supplies you'd be needing. You set everything down on the bed before taking your clothes off.

"Wanna put it on me?" You asked, handing him the strap on, letting wrap the harness around your hips, running his fingers over your skin gently. You bent down to kiss him, a firm hand on his chest pushing him down on the bed as you crawled over him, positioning yourself between his spread legs. Reaching back to the edge of the bed, you grabbed the bottle of lube you set down earlier, squeezing some onto your fingers.

Your fingers teased his rim, circling it before pushing one in, a soft sigh leaving your boyfriend's mouth. Your movements were methodical, spreading him out slowly. A wanton moan rang out in your ears as you added another finger, scissoring them inside him. You pressed down on the bundle of nerves that made him squirm, riling him up a little before pulling out completely. You took the little bottle again, coating the strap with lube.

You pushed his legs up so his knees were pressed to his chest, lining up with his ass as you pushed in slowly, pulling needy moans out of him. He sighed as you bottomed out, satisfied with the feeling of being filled. You started moving slowly, pulling out almost completely before slamming back into him. You bent down to kiss him again, silencing his moans as the new angle only made you go deeper.

You could cum just from seeing him like this, lean muscle tightening from pleasure, his mouth hanging open as a symphony of noises escaped it, eyes dazed, filled with love and lust as he looked up at you. His cock was pressed to his abs, rock hard and almost purple from the amount of blood rushing through it. One of your hands dropped from his leg, wrapping around his cock instead. His moans only got louder, signaling that he was quickly approaching his brink.

You pushed into him hard, angling yourself so that your strap would hit his prostate with every thrust, the hand on his dick matching your tempo. He gripped the sheets, biting his lip so he wouldn't scream, overwhelmed with pleasure. "Cum for me, Stevie." That's all it took for him to break, shooting white ropes over his stomach, and you wished you could feel him tighten around the strap. You kept stroking him through his orgasm, watching him come down from his high.

You felt his arms wrap around you, pulling you down so you were lying on his chest. You yelped, making him laugh as he kissed down your neck. "I love you." He mumbled between kisses, making you giggle. "I love you too, Steve."

[ethansespresso]

steveo x gn!fem!reader

as the victim of a prank, steveo asks you for some help with the repercussions.

warning: smut (obvi), harsh language, uhh drugging

"hi, i'm johnny knoxville, and this is the viagra prank,"

the pill drops into the cup of vinegar like an alka-seltzer, dissolving into nothing.

"drop another one in!" bam shouts, johnny snickers and complies.

"this is steveo, he's about to chug this cup of vinegar." johnny grins, handing the cup off to steveo who immediately begins to down the foul-tasting liquid.

he finishes, burps, and looks at johnny suspiciously. "bro, that didn't taste like normal vinegar, what the fuck."

"what do you think we did? spike the fucking shit?" johnny laughs loudly, steveo joining in, deciding to give them the benefit of the doubt, for once. however, the easiness of the stunt was still very odd.

stunts pass quickly, time passes even quicker, and steveo is growing increasingly more uncomfortable. he's hot, sticky with sweat, extremely agitated, and his entire body is covered in a bright flush. he felt so light-headed, he wobbled just standing upright.

"you okay, o?" johnny places his hand on the small of steveos back, and steveo feels his cock twitch viciously.

steveo glares, "okay, this isn't funny, what did you put in that shit?"

johnny laughs, "viagra, two."

"what the fuck!" steveo snaps, flinching away from his friend's hand searing into his skin.

"i'm going home." his cock is throbbing, and aching, his head is so fogged he has an urge to just get off then and there. giving in, he slips his hand under the waistband of his boxers, hearing muffled, distant shouts from all around.

"steve, buddy," he feels the breath of a voice right in front of him, opening his eyes there's just johnny. "go back to your room, man, come on," leading him away from the crowd.

he storms off back to his hotel, doing his best to hide his prominent erection, clearly visible through his poor khaki shorts.

"sorry, o." johnny says softly, gently touching at his arm as he leads him into the elevator.

steveo doesn't respond, his only thought is to get to you. you'll help, you'll know what he should do.

"you'll be okay, man. you know their room number, right?" johnny says as if he's reading steveos mind.

steveo nods just as the elevator doors shut, and now he's on his own to get down the hall to you.

there's a harsh knock at your door, startling you. "hold on," you shout, walking over and peeking out of the safety hole.

just steveo. red as ever, but he was probably just hot.

working in the california heat, doing those stupid stunts, he was bound to get heat stroke.

motherly instincts kick in as they always did when it came to steveo, and you immediately swing open the heavy hotel door to inspect him.

"steve," you take a sharp inhale, giving him a once over before scooping him into your arms and into the room.

he hisses at the skin-to-skin contact, quickly escaping your gentle grasp and ripping off his shirt and shorts in less time than you could even ask him what happened.

"what have you gotten into?" you stare at him, eyes trailing down to his cock that's clearly visible through his boxers. "steve-" you're not sure how to even respond to this, taken aback by the fact that your life currently feels like some strange porno.

"i'm sorry, i'm not even sure why i'm here i just-you're the only person i thought might help me instead of make fun of me. johnny said i should come, too." he admits, your brain is racing with why johnny would have sent him *here*, to you. "the guys fucking drugged me with sex pills." his hormones are all over the place, because just a second ago he was on fire, about to dip his hand in his boxers for some relief right in front of you; yet now he's on the verge of tears, standing in front of you just vulnerable and scared. "i don't know what to fucking do." he chokes, "it feels like i'm on fire and it-my dick just fucking hurts i wanna get off on everything. everywhere-i wanna fuck, i wanna be fucked." he's breathing heavy, throwing his hands around as he speaks. "what do i do?" he begs. you gently ease him to the bed, the cool sheets sending a shiver of relief to his burning body.

"let me take care of you, babe. i got you, okay?"

he only nods in response, scooting up to the head of the bed. you crawl over him, your hands tracing his tattoos and his abs in a curious manner, just to feel him and your lips unknowingly inch closer to his. he sighs heavily, labored breaths leaving his lungs and filling the empty room with a faint noise. his skin is hot, every muscle you touch contracts with sensitivity. he's so stunning like this, he's always stunning of course, but this is different. being honest with yourself, you had no idea how to help and your brain was racing with ideas. "i should get you a cool cloth," you whisper against his lips, stopping your hand movements and looking into his glossy blue eyes. his hand reaches to wrap his fingers in your hair, unexpectedly pulling you into a feverish kiss while the other goes down to palm himself. his lips are soft, his mouth has a sour taste but it's so addicting, you can't dare to pull yourself back from him."fuck, o." you breathe after pulling only inches back, watching him finally give you that lopsided grin that won you over in the first place. he's flipping you over so you can lay helplessly beneath him, your head spinning with the ideas you had that are now being thrown into the abyss of your brain. now it was only steveo, his mouth on your neck, the static in your stomach from the way he laced his fingers with yours, and the way that your body is screaming to you that this is what you've been needing, aching for. for so long you'd been craving his touch, his body on top of yours, his hands exploring you like he was looking for buried treasure. to have it now after waiting so long was impossible to believe, except there he is, biting and sucking at your neck to finally mark you as his own, claiming you. "can i touch you?" he manages to ask through his sex fogged mind. you nod desperately, eager to feel him everywhere. "i really wanna be in you," he growls, making you shiver underneath him. "please," you respond, tilting your head back so he can access more of your neck.

"fuck you're so pretty under me like this," he praises, and you can't help but notice how pornographic he looks with his pink-tinted skin glistening with sweat, his eyes lidded, his lips parted ever so slightly. something about the way he talks to you looks at you and praises you like that makes your head spin and shivers run down your body. he pulls your shirt off, focusing his eyes on your body, his pupils growing with every passing second that he stares at your body. he looks like a starved beast, ravaging for the feast he just discovered. his mouth trails down your body, sending sparks coursing through you every time his lips make contact with your skin. he removes the rest of your clothes, intentionally ignoring your clit and tracing around your hole. it causes you to twitch, and his eyes twinkle with mischievousness as he watches you jitter in reflex to his teasing. he gives in, finally slipping a single finger into you. you buck your hips towards him, trying to get him to move, to touch, to go deeper, to do anything. you felt so hot, you want nothing more than to be fucked senseless like you always got from other people. but the way steveo took his time with you, making sure you feel good and you want him made you even more eager for him. the way he treated you-always, but especially now-with such respect, such gratitude because he gets to see you like this, he's the one that's making you feel this way. when he looks up at you, his eyes are still glossy, but they've gone sparkly. his pupils were blown wide, and only a small ring of blue was visible.

"aw, you want me to touch you, baby?" he coos, slipping his finger out while you plead for him to move with your hips bucking once more.

"yes, yes please, baby." it slips from your mouth before you can stop it-not that you were even thinking about what you said-your body is begging for him, and he's back slipping two fingers in and rubbing them gently across your spot with crinkles by his eyes, massaging you from the inside out.

"oh my god." you gasp, the feeling of him in you overwhelming in such an incredible way. his fingers work you to your edge, and he's staring at you, watching like you're his prey as you come crashing, crying out his name. you glance to him once you're settling down, catching your breath, and you notice his boxers are off and his cock is steadily dripping cum down onto the bed.

he feels you staring, blushing somehow even more than he was and scratching at his neck in a shy way. "it's the pills," he says softly.

you blink, licking your lips subconsciously and mumbling to him, "pretty-that's-yeah, uhm, that's really hot." you blink yourself out of the trance, getting to your knees and letting your tongue dart out to taste him.

"oh," he breathes out, petting the hair out of your eyes sensuously. his eyes are filled with adoration, watching you as you wrap your lips carefully around the head of his cock, easing it down your throat. "that's it, princess, yea, fuck right there." he's babbling praises as you begin to bob your head, flicking your tongue against him every so often. he thumbs your cheek, your face flushed down to your neck and chest all blossoming a sweet deep pink shade. your head feels empty and your mouth feels dumb and all that's surrounding your senses is steveo. his sharp inhales with labored exhales, the ghost scent of his body wash still lurking on his thighs and the way his hands just gently caressed your hair out of your face. it was like a fairytale, something out of one of your wild sex dreams. but no, no this was real, and the only way you knew that was because steveo was pulling you off of him, bringing you up to face level and kissing you, the taste of him just as addicting as ever. deepening the kiss, he shifts you around so you're sitting on his lap, his angry red cock slightly poking at the edges of your entrance. he looks at you, questioning for consent and you happily give him the green light. he grins that goofy, infectious grin that has you smiling too while he picks up your hips and eases you onto him. "slow?" he asks, you nod your head, anticipating the feeling of being full of the man who has owned you much longer than either of you knew. he's rocking his hips in and out, jutting against every sensitive part inside of you. "please," you can feel yourself getting close again, his hand dipping down to thumb at your clit while you toss your head with a soft cry of pleasure. "that's it, good job, baby; there you go." he encourages, watching in awe as you come crashing down once more, all because of him. the sight of you and the feeling of you clenching around him has him cumming right after, panting against your lips connecting you softly. in your cloudy head, all you can hear is how much you really, really love him. and its tumbling out of your lips while your forehead rests against his. "what?" he responds, sensing your vulnerable essence and quickly saying, "you mean that? like...that?" he blinks as you nod sheepishly. "wow," he says softly, and before you can speak he scoops your face in his hands and firmly presses his lips against yours aggressive and passionate. "i love you," he breathes with a smile.

[hitmewithabusposts]

I’d read the hell out of anything Knoxville x reader related, smut, fluff whatever. Just always in need of more Knox. Especially a friends to lovers scenario.

I think I love him (Knoxville x Reader)

I loved this request! Here’s a friends to lovers!

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I’ve known Johnny since middle school when my family moved to Knoxville, Tennessee. Of course back then he was just PJ. Him and I became best friends and always found ourselves in detention together or Saturday school, and the day he left for LA hurt more than I thought it would.

Our senior year, I started to realize the love I had for my best friend was more than just “friends”, and I wanted to be with him. Of course I didn’t ever say anything because I didn’t want to jeopardize the best friendship I’ve ever had. So I hugged him and off he went to LA, however whenever he came back home he’d always greet me with open arms and that signature “I’ve missed you sweetheart” southern drawl. And we talked on the phone everyday, him always telling me about some article he had written, some stunt that guaranteed a trip to the hospital, or what him and the guys did that day, and me talking about the mediocre college boys around me.

“You can do better than them sweetheart, come out to LA sometime with me” he’d always say, however I didn’t actually go until a couple months ago when he asked me to come live with him for a bit to help film a movie. By this time, he was already a big star and an even bigger sex symbol to girls everywhere thanks to Jackass, so him asking me to be in the movie was an obvious yes.

I’ve only been here for 3 months now, and the boys quickly became family to me and were amazed how a girl was down to do the same stunts they were. “Lady knoxville” they’d call me, which earned them a slap outside their heads and a fake pout from Johnny.

I’ve been staying with him this whole time, which confirmed my feelings for him haven’t left, but he was still my best friend and I knew wouldn’t ever be more.

“Okay y/n, you’re gonna be on a golf cart with Knox” Jeff said, pointing at the golf carts we were all supposed to get on and mess around on. I looked at knox who had a sweater vest on and other golf attire as he nodded his head towards one of the carts.

“You’re going down” Chris joked, getting on the one beside us

“In your dreams pontius” I said, climbing in the front seat of the cart, letting Johnny drive. “You don’t want to see my dreams, trust me” Chris replied laughing to himself.

“Why do I have a feeling you’re gonna make this end badly” I asked, laughing and turning to Knox as he sped off, already launching us over a pit of sand.

“Me? Bad?” He said, pretending to be offended.

“All I’ve ever known you as” I joked back to him, elbowing him in his ribs as a giant plastic animal came colliding into the side of our cart and laughs from Ryan and Bam could be heard.

Knox did a sudden turn, almost rolling the cart as it went on 2 wheels to turn around and chase after Steve o and Chris. When the cart went up, he protectively threw his arm over my lap and grabbed my leg on the other side to pull me back into his side to avoid falling out of the cart.

“I gotcha sweetheart” he muttered, flooring the gas and colliding into the side of Steveo and Chris’s cart, sending them flying. However in doing this, we were sent into a sand pit, and before I knew it I had grabbed his arm and closed my eyes feeling the cart flip over us.

When I felt the impact of the ground on my body and then stillness, I immediately noticed Johnny was no longer beside me and didn’t hear his normal laughter that was normally heard after a stunt went wrong.

I sat up and heard the guys yelling at me to hold still and felt blood dripping from my head, but I saw Knox a few feet away laying unconscious. Despite the medics and guys warnings, I found myself crawling over to him, pushing past the guys legs and hitting their hands off of me.

“Johnny? Pj?” I said concerned, pulling his head into my lap even tho my head was now spinning too. His eyes fluttered a bit and a small smile fell on his face before he started to groan and the medics picked him up and soon me after.

“I’m fine guys, I’m fine!” I yelled as they tried to get me to lay on a cot in the back of an ambulance, and instead I got out and walked to the one Johnny was in. I knew I was concussed and should probably get it checked out, but at the moment all I knew was he was in worse shape.

“You need to get your head checked out sweetheart” knox muttered, through closed eyes when I climbed up in the ambulance. “I will, but I wanted to ride with you” I said, ignoring the other medics who tended to him and who started to look at my head now.

I heard the sirens and knew we were off, and I opted to sit on the bench as a medic cleaned my head and diagnosed me with a concussion. However with Johnny, they wanted to get an MRI of his head at the hospital.

When they got done with tending to my head the medics sat at the back of the ambulance, leaving me to lean forward to be closer to knox who hadn’t taken his eyes off me this entire time.

I tentatively grabbed his hand, and he squeezed mine back. “I’m sorry for driving like a dumbass, how are you feeling sweetheart?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand. “You’re always a dumbass, and it’s not terrible now they gave me meds and just said it’s a concussion. And this is just another memory for us to tell our families when we go back to Knoxville for thanksgiving” I said, getting a chuckle from him.

“How are you feeling?” I added. “Like a million bucks” he replied, with that million dollar smile. “Seriously tho, I’ve had worse done by the bulls. I’ll be okay. I’m just glad you’re okay” he said sincerely, looking in my eyes.

I stared back at his eyes for what felt like forever and the anxiety of losing him started to subside. He always had that effect to make me feel calm when I should be doing the opposite.

“Take a picture sweetheart” he said, lazily throwing a wink my way. “I’m glad you’re gonna be okay, all I remember is seeing you lay there and I was worried you broke your neck or something” I said, scooting closer to the edge of his cot. “I’m invincible, plus, you’re never gonna get rid of me honey” he said, squeezing my hand again, as if to remind me he was right there.

Without even thinking, I looked down at our hands and intertwined fingers, and leaned down and kissed his forehead. Something he did so casually to me before, but when I did it to him just now, you could feel the intimacy in it. I pulled away, mere inches from his lips and we held eye contact, before he leaned up, putting his lips on mine and holding my hand tighter in his.

This time when we pulled away, my heart was going a million miles an hour but something in my brain knew it was right. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first day I saw you in that middle school hallway pantsing your brother” he muttered, raising his other hand to hold my face which remained a few inches away from his face. “Me too” I admitted with a smile. He was going to talk again but the doors opening suddenly to the ambulance stopped him and he opted for a quick kiss to my nose and a “we’ll finish this later” as he was wheeled out into the hospital.

“What was that?” Jeff asked as he helped me out of the back of the ambulance and had saw the whole thing when the doors were opened. “I think I’m in love with Knoxville” was all I said, eyes still on the hospital doors as I saw a wink he gave me before he disappeared behind the sliding door. “I think he loves you too” was all Jeff said, patting my back and pushing me to follow him in.

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x reader masterlist

fluff

drive [dunn x gn!reader] that needle won't hurt you [dunn x gn!reader] pure morning [pontius x gn!reader] kiss it better part 1 [bam x m!reader] uncool as me [ehren x gn!reader] the drug you can't deny [jimmy pop x gn!reader]

smut

hating (and rearranging) your guts [bam x f!reader] there's something on your face [steveo x f!reader] nasty new compulsion [dunn x f!reader] like they do on the discovery channel [pontius x f!reader] head in the game [dico x gn!reader] one last time [dunn x f!reader] kiss it better part 2 [bam x m!reader] always right [dico x f!reader] treat me like there's no hell [bam x gn!reader] spread out [steve o x f!reader] princess treatment [dunn x f!reader] all yours [knoxville x f!reader]

angst

one last time [dunn x f!reader] bite like a dog [dunn x f!reader]

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double trouble [pontius x f!reader x steveo]

a/n: day 3 - double penetration! had to do it with these two because of course I did. there's even less plot than usual somehow

warnings: smut, pwp, double penetration, vaginal sex, threesome

word count: 609

When Tremaine asked you to help him out with a new project, you didn't think much of it. You never expected to end up in a janky hotel room on a different continent, two pairs of hands exploring your body, the air heavy with the smell of smoke and lust.

You were lying against Steve-O's chest, his arms wrapped around you, hands running down your torso as he peppered your neck in little kisses and bites, leaving a trail of faint love bites as he went. Chris was kneeling between your spread legs, catching your mouth in a searing kiss while he traced the inside of your thigh. The constant contact made you feel like you were on a different plane, but it wasn't enough. A whine left your mouth when Chris's hand came so close before he moved it lower again, the noise making both of the men laugh.

"Just relax." Steve whispered into your ear, biting it gently. "Let us take care of you." He shot a glance to his co-star, signaling for him to stop teasing, and so he did. Chris examined your face with a smile as he pushed one finger into you gently, quickly followed by another, and another. Steve was rubbing soothing circles into your hip as your body got used to the stretch, little whimpers of discomfort soon turning into ones of pleasure.

You didn't have any time to complain when Chris pulled his fingers out of you because Steve was already maneuvering you so he could enter you. You lowered yourself on his cock, a soft sigh leaving your lips when you sank down fully. They gave you a moment to get used to the feeling before you felt Chris enter you, painfully slow to let you adjust to the stretch. You felt so full when he buried himself in you, the sensation unfamiliar and almost unnatural.

The three of you stayed like that for a while as you got used to the feeling, an experimental squeeze making the two men groan in tandem, making you chuckle. The two seemed to have the same idea as they thrust up into you at the same time, making you squeak, causing you all to erupt in a mess of giggles. "You can move. Please." The last word was barely audible, not much more than a breath.

You were a mess as soon as they started moving, nails digging into Chris's strong arms, head falling back onto Steve's shoulder. The noises leaving your mouth were pornographic, loud and so very satisfied, they were music to the Wildboyz's ears, only spurring them on. You couldn't form coherent thoughts, the pleasure in your stomach rapidly building.

"Fuck, O, look." You didn't even register Chris's words, but you felt his fingers ghost over your stomach. "That's fucking hot." Steve spoke right next to your ear and your eyes followed his hand as it moved down your torso, pressing down on the bulge of your stomach. The pressure was too much for you, pushing you over the edge as you dug your nails deeper into Chris's skin, the moan that left your mouth feeling like your lungs were being pulled out of your body.

You went limp against them, their bodies holding you up as they continued to move, chasing their own orgasms. You felt white ropes shoot inside you as you tightened around them, both of them groaning in your ear as they came. They both pulled out, and you couldn't deny that you already missed the feeling of being so full.

"We should really do that again."

Neither of them were going to argue with you.

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there's something on your face [steveo x f!reader]

desc: dating your childhood celebrity crush, who makes equally bad decisions at 50 as he did in his 20s, with equally satisfying results

a/n: written for @steveoswaif , hope you like it! I was going to write something more fluffy but I'm a slut for current steve so this derailed quickly

warnings: age gap relationship, smut, oral (f!receiving)

word count: 512

Dating your childhood celebrity crush was something you never thought would be a reality. The wild young man you once eagerly watched on TV was now lying next to you with his head in your lap as you you run your fingers through his now gray hair. You giggle to yourself at his fresh tattoo peaking over the brim of his reading glasses.

"What's up, babe?" He looks up at you, big green eyes gazing into yours fondly. "Are you gonna get that thing lasered off?" You chuckle as he sits up, feigning offense. "The other dick tattoos don't bother you but as soon as it's on my face it's a problem?" He retorts, voice dripping with fake hurt, making you laugh again. "It's on your face, babe!"

He laughs now too, before pulling you onto his lap by your thighs. His strength never fails to amaze you, how does someone in their 50s look so damn good? He smiles as he reads your thoughts from your wide eyed look, kissing you passionately and running his hands over your body.

"I'd rather have you on my face." His bluntness catches you off guard, even though he's always been that way, you chalked it up to him being young and wild. But even now, he knows what he wants and he's not afraid to say it, or go and get it.

He takes off his glasses, setting them down on the little coffee table next to the couch as he motions for you to take your clothes off. You quickly follow his silent command, shimmying out of your pjs quickly. "Eager, are we?" His raspy voice makes shivers run down your spine as he lays down on the couch. "Well take a seat then, love."

Not wasting a moment, you kneel above him, your legs framing his face as his hands start roaming your body. Suddenly, his strong hands wrap around your waist and pull you down. Air leaves your lungs as you feel his tongue move against you earnestly.

You grip his hair in an attempt to steady yourself, failing to do so as his expert mouth makes you come undone. You shake against him, his laugh vibrating against you making you even more unsteady. He revels in your noises, his pace only quickening, wanting to hear more of those pretty noises coming from your mouth.

His unrelenting pace brings you right to the edge, before he lifts you up suddenly. You groan in frustration, so close to your release. "So a dick on my face bothers you but a pussy doesn't?" He teases, drawing out another frustrated groan from you before you pull his head towards you again.

He obliges to your silent request, resuming his ministrations. His hot mouth and experienced tongue bring you to orgasm faster than you'd like to admit, making you scream out his name. His movements don't stop until he's satisfied, maneuvering you to lay on top of him, holding you close and kissing your lips softly.

"The laser appointment is next week, by the way."