#johnny o

[vicodinoverdose]

OKAY last one for today I got bored

I was listening to this the whole time and I love depicting toxic men even though I fully know they aren't. but y'know what? It kinda fits because they are all not innocent pure people in the 2000s and that's okay with me.

[johnoliverstshirtcannon]

Rewatching Community with my gf and my goddddd Ian Duncan is fineee

[cobrakaisb]

dating johnny orlando as a umich student (because i need to fuel my addiction)

“this is so exciting,” johnny rambles as the two of you walk from the main campus to yost ice arena. you smile at him, giggling as he takes in his surroundings. “i know. the game should be exciting. hopefully adam or luca will make a big play,” you say, intertwining your fingers with his.

his eyes light up at the mention of his friends. “yeah maybe. that’d be awesome especially since adam is having a good season,” johnny agrees. “adam is having a great season babe, not just a good one,” you interject. he smiles at you, looking a little bashful, as he nods his head.

“y’know who else is doing great right now?” he asks, brown eyes meeting yours. “who?” you say, swinging your connected hands between the two of them. “you,” he answers casually, causing your cheeks to flush. “john stop,” you mumble, feeling shy all of a sudden. “what? you’re doing great baby. you’re taking such hard classes, stem related ones, and passing them all with flying colors. plus you work so hard. between studying, participating in clubs, and just having a life, i don’t know how you manage,” he gushes, a hint of awe in his voice as he talks about you.

johnny was so supportive; one of the most supportive people you’d ever met. when you started dating, and you explained to him that you would be going away for school, johnny continued to stand by you. he helped you out by just being your ray of sunshine when you needed it. he always knew the right things to say in any situation. honestly, you couldn’t ask for a better guy.

“thanks johnny,” you whisper, kissing his cheek. now it was his turn to flush as the two of you approached the arena. “do you think we can see the fantillis before hand?” johnny asks as you scan your tickets. “i doubt it. text them and ask,” you say, leading him through the arena. “what would happen if you just called taylor up?” johnny asks, jokingly quoting a tiktok sound. you laugh at him and the big smile on his face. that doesn’t stop him from taking out his phone, however, to text his friends.

the two of you make it to your seats, chatting with some of the people sitting around you, including a bunch of your friends. soon the game begins, and johnny tries to get the hockey players attention, but the two are laser focused. as the game progresses, you and johnny get more and more into it. the passion for hockey he has coming through, while your school spirit shines bright. by the end of the first period, johnny is screaming and shouting like all the other umich fans.

when the hockey game ends, johnny is still bouncing with excitement. he wants to see adam and luca, excited to tell them how good they played. “do you want to wait?” you ask. “can we?” he replies. “of course john. i know you want to see your friends,” you say, wrapping your arm around his waist to pull him closer. johnny does the same, allowing his own hand to slide into the pocket of your jeans.

“hey john! i didn’t know you were here!” luca shouts, a big smile on his face as he catches sight of your boyfriend. “i came to visit for the weekend,” he explains, subtly looking at you. “oh i see,” luca teases, nudging the slightly smaller boy. johnny seems nervous as he begins to introduce you to luca. “hi luca,” you giggle, embracing the hockey player. “hi y/n,” he laughs. “wait…do you guys know each other?” johnny asks, gesturing between the two of you. “we’re in the same study group,” you explain. “y/n is way smarter than me though,” he says. “yeah, she’s smarter than me too,” johnny says, taking his spot at your side as he kisses your temple.

they boys dive into a conversation about something, you’re not really paying attention to the topic. honestly, you’re just happy that johnny is here with you.

[philipjohnclapp]

Cheap cologne, even cheaper cigarettes, and Tennessee whiskey.

Goretober Day 2

Prompt: Strangulation/Choking

Word Count: 1317

A/N: This beats yesterdays, I hope y’all like it. It’s a bit rushed, but, you know. I’m also filling a request with this too- a win-win for me.

Drinking was always fun, especially when it was with Knoxville. Or just with Knoxville, when his eyes were just on Steve-O, and Steve-O alone. Away from the eyes of everybody else. This was the only time he could shut down his attention whore antics; well, not completely. Just for everyone else, but he always wanted Knoxville's attention. Whether that was requited or not, he fed off it like a tic on a dog.

It was another one of those times, one of his favorites. Just Knoxville in him locked in the bathroom of some frat house. The bathroom was trashed and Knoxville was leaning his back against one of the tiled walls. Steve-O was hovering in front of the sink, he had just done a line; well, Knoxville did too. And Knoxville watched him with an amused look as he watched through the mirror's reflection, watching the light blood trail from Steve-O's nose. Watching his nose scrunch up, as he wiped the blood with the pad of his thumb. Staying there for a moment before he had turned to face Knoxville.

“Fuckkk, dude.. that shits strong.”

Steve-O rasped, finding himself leaning his back against the brim of the sink, as if he could barely keep up and needed something to hold him. His hands ghosted the edge of the sink. Perhaps to hold onto it. Feeling like he was starting to lose all mobility in his waist down, his head all fuzzy from his mixed substances. He wished he could see Johnny's eyes right about now, and not just that taunting, amused, smirk.

“I got only the best for ya, doll.”

It wasn’t a complete lie. He didn't do blow often, but when he did, he REALLY did it. Plus, it felt like a time of celebration. Why not celebrate in a locked bathroom with a bony chick with the only feminine feature about him being his chicken legs, and maybe his Angelina Jolie lips. Otherwise he was about as masculine as they come, no chick has a dick, but Steve-O's barely counted anyways.

Steve-O started to wobble on over to Knoxville, tripping over his feet as he did. Knoxville grasping onto both of his arms, helping to keep him standing. Steve-O just looked at him with dazed eyes, and he laughed. Even though his cheeks tinted with a light shade of red, slightly embarrassed.

“Sorry, dude.. but fuck, thank you so much.”

He hummed, not even backing away from the arms that held him, it was probably the only thing keeping him upright now. His body swayed forward as he got a nice whiff of Knoxville. His cheap cologne, and even cheaper cigarettes. Fucking Tennessee whiskey, he found himself taking a deep inhale. It made his head spin.

“You know…”

Knoxville started, if he didn’t have his shades on Steve-O would be able to see that weird look in his eyes, his stomach flipped at the thought of it. Bringing his head up slightly as if to try and look into his eyes, see past the too dark shades. And maybe even predict his next words,

“Hm?”

Steve-O enlightened him, even the hm sounded slightly slurred. Couldn’t even get that right. His head felt like it was weighing him right back down, so he stopped trying to look up and he looked straight back down at his worn sneakers. Toe and toe with Knoxvilles.

“You could pay me back with a kiss, O.”

His voice sounded too cool, too serious to be a joke. That made Steve-O's nose scrunch. To make it even worse, Knoxville changed the placement of his hands from grasping onto Steve-O's arms, to his waist instead, hulling his ass up pretty much.

He laughed again, a rather nervous one. Unsure how to go about it. It felt wrong, it was wrong, but when did he ever do something right? Nobody was here, and nobody would be there. It wouldn’t hurt to indulge in something. Fill that deep desire that was starting to make itself a home in his gut, so he agreed. Like a sorry fool; nobody could resist Knoxville's charms. Not even Steve-O apparently.

“If you insist.”

As the coke started to kick in, he found himself with the balls to go through with it. Barely managing to lift up his head enough to almost be at levels with Knoxvilles. Kissing the edge of his mouth, cause that’s all he could reach from how he was standing.

Johnny pulled him closer. It surprised him, it made his heart skip a couple beats. His face was flushing. He was now chest and chest with Knoxville. Johnny tilting down his head enough to where they could kiss, Johnny pushing his fingers down onto his hips. Digging them into his bones until it started to burn, and he squealed. Which was muffled by Johnny suddenly pressing his lips completely against Steve-Os. Steve-O deepened it rather desperately.

Johnny's tongue flickered out and he licked Steve-O's bottom lip, before pulling away and somehow managing to flip them around. To where Steve-O's back was now pressed hard against the bathrooms tiled walls. Johnny spoke in a husky voice, it was low and made shivers run down Steve-O's spine as he leaned his head back against the tile. Looking at him with eyes of want, his stomach started to burn with desire, even though the pain of Johnny's grip was there. Even though Johnny was a guy and he shouldn’t be turned on by this.

“Yer a fuckin’ needy whore, Stephen.”

He growled, if his grip could get any tighter, it did. He was gonna have Knoxville shaped bruises tomorrow, he let out a whine as Johnny spoke, rubbing his groin against whatever part of Knoxville was closer. Desperate. He wasn’t even sure what for.

And then Johnny suddenly let go of his waist, only one hand did, but still. It was his right hand. He wrapped it before Steve-O could say a word around his neck. Pressing about as hard as he did on his waist. Hard enough to leave his vision all splotchy, to prevent any word from falling from his now agape mouth. Not even a needy noise.

Johnny pressed his groin against Steve-Os, he could feel Johnny's semi through his jeans. If Johnny wasn’t cutting off his oxygen he’d be on his knees right now. If his bones weren’t all mush he’d have his dick in his mouth.

Knoxville pressed his lips against Steve-Os mouth, kissing him rough and hard. Dragging his teeth against his lip and biting at it. He was sure that his lips were chapped and starting to bleed now. But Johnny licked whatever blood came from his lips without a word. With each kiss, Johnny's hand tightened around his throat, his vision was starting to tunnel as he started to grind himself against Johnny like the dirty dog he was. Trying to let out a moan that wouldn’t escape.

Steve-O's heart starting to race with worry, like the fight or flight was starting to kick in. His hands shooting up to grasp onto Johnny's arm. Subconsciously digging his nails into it. It felt like his eyes were about to bulge straight out of his head. Like they would explode like water balloons. He was leaving deep crescent moons into Johnnys arm. Steve-O had tears coming from his eyes as his head started to lull forward, he could barely keep his eyes open now. They were so close to shutting, and then Johnny adjusted his grip, and it felt like his head would pop off like in a cartoon. His face flushed a deep shade of purplish red as he slipped into a blissed out unconsciousness, coming in his slacks.

The last thing he heard was Johnny letting out a low moan, one he hoped to remember when he woke up. He needed to do cocaine with Johnny Knoxville more often.

[beefbungus]

“the probation part is the best”

[midnightritualvintage]

For my husband’s love of 90s freestyle music 🖤

[john-oliver-out-of-context]

[no-lyrix]

Johnny O - Fantasy Girl 

Does this song also remind you of your youth?