Pairings: Johnny Knoxville x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of nudity
"I was thinking maybe we get the guys into a glitter pool," Jeff spoke up.
Y/N snorted, her coffee cup to her lips. "The clean up process is gonna be bitch. We did a similar concept for a 'Playboy' shoot once and it took us two hours to clean up everything."
Johnny perked his head up, interested. "Wait what about 'Playboy'?"
"Oh, I worked production on some 'Playboy' shoots," she shrugged.
"She also wrote for the magazine," Jeff added. He turned his attention back to Y/N. "They really made you guys clean it up? Doesn't the mansion have like a clean up crew?"
"Yeah for the mansion," she said. "The shot ended up looking amazing but it was just awful to clean up."
Johnny tuned out the rest of the conversation as his mind drifted to daydreams of Y/N posing for Playboy.
An hour later, he wandered over to Y/N's makeshift office where she finished printing the shooting schedules for the week.
"Hey you!" she beamed. "I was thinking about stopping at the store and bringing some dessert for the Margera's dinner tomorrow tonight. Any ideas?"
He waved his hand. "Anything will be great. So, 'Playboy', huh?"
She made a face. "You do realize it is not that big of a deal, right? Like it was a job."
"But then you wrote for the magazine too?"
"Yeah. Hugh Hefner and I got into a conversation one time and he was interested in my writing. I sent him a couple stuff and he published it."
Johnny's eyes widened. "What did you write?"
"I can send you copies," she laughed. "I wrote under a pseudonym."
"Oh yeah? What was the name?"
"Maxine Flynn.
Johnny nodded his head, making a mental note to search the went for the name. "Did you ever get scouted or asked to pose nude?"
She scrunched her face. "God no."
"So you had a whole conversation with the man himself and he didn't once ask you if you were interested in being a playmate?"
She chuckled. "I get where this is going and you're very sweet, but no, I did not get asked to pose for the magazine or to be a playmate. All I did was some behind-the-scene stuff and some writing."
He shoved his hands in his pants pocket. "You would've been my favorite playmate."
"Oh, yeah?"
"You know what, you are my favorite playmate."
She rolled her eyes. "That's not how that works."
"I don't care. You're my favorite playmate."
She hummed. "I didn't realize you would be ok with the entire world seeing my tits out." She kissed his cheek. "Good to know though!"
She made her way out of the office when Johnny yelled out, "Hey, I never said that!"
Johnny spent hours reading Y/N's stories for Playboy, blown away. Sure, he was aware of her creativity and brilliance, but he didn't realize just how truly talented she was.
The knock on his hotel room door pulled him away from his rabbit hole. He opened the door to find Y/N standing there.
"I can't sleep so I need to you cuddle me until I do," she said, walking in.
He closed the door and watched her crawl into his bed.
She looked at him. "What?"
"Yeah, I just spend like a couple hours reading your Playboy stuff," Johnny admitted, pointing to the laptop.
She glanced at the laptop and then back at him. "Ok, so ask me your questions while you cuddle me."
She held out her arms as Johnny closed the laptop and then jumped into bed beside her.
As she cuddled to his chest, she yawned. "Alright, what questions do you have for me?"
Two Years Later...
Y/N knocked on Johnny's home office door, holding a the wrapped gift behind her.
"What's up, Babydoll?" Johnny asked, his eyes still on his desktop computer.
"I have a present for you."
Johnny's eyes now moved to her and he got up from his desk. "What is it?"
She presented him the wrapped item. "Think of it as a little engagement present."
He pouted, taking the gift in his hands. "Cutie, you didn't have to get me a present."
"Oh, but I think you'll like it," she smirked.
Johnny ripped it open and his face dropped. It was a framed photo of what looked like a fake Playboy magazine cover with Y/N posing semi-nude. She held her bare breasts with her hands as her lower region was covered with a large text that read FUTURE MRS. KNOXVILLE.
Johnny fixated on it, unable to process what the hell she had given him. She smiled at him, delighted.
"I used my connections for the photo shoot and graphics," she explained. "It looks real, doesn't it?!"
Johnny turned to his face, eyes hungry.
"meet me in the bedroom now"
