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lilithknoxville · 2 months ago

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Could u do a Johnny smut where her nipples are pierced and he gets turned on by it???

Barbells and Bitemarks (Johnny Knoxville x Fem! Reader) (18+!)

Summary: “What - Nipple piercings a turn on for you or somethin’?” You teased, chuckling awkwardly.

“Yes, actually.” His answer made you stop short. Your eyes raked over his face. His eyes were dark, pools of lust swimming in them. The sight alone was enough to make your knees weak, and you let out a breathy laugh.

“Wh-What?” You stammered, making him snicker. His hands, which had fallen down by his sides, came up to your shoulders.

“Do I gotta spell it out for you, doll?” Johnny’s voice dropped a couple of octaves, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smirked, “I’m into girls with piercin’s, and I’m much more into them when they’re on your gorgeous ass.”

Content Warnings: Graphic Smut, 18+, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Johnny is a massive whore here, Oral (Fem Receiving), Mild Dacryphilia, Semi Public Sex, Daddy Kink

Word Count: 4,285

AN: MY FIRST EVER ASK EEEEEEEEE!!!!! I literally wanna kiss this anon on the mouth for giving me this idea /j. Thank you so much for requesting something from me, and my inbox is ABSOLUTELY still open for more requests. I may have forty documents open of smuts but I will absolutely drop them for a request. This is high key the most fun I’ve had writing a story in a while :3 again no beta reader we die like men. Also I’m posting this at 4:00 in the morning so MANNNNNNN I’m tired. Prolly gonna pass out after this LOL. Okay here we gooooooooo! ✨

You huffed out a sigh, resting your head back against the wall you were leaned up against. Jeff’s voice droned on and on, giving information and safety on a stunt that you weren’t thrilled about being a part of. So you had tried to tune Jeff out as much as possible, but his loud and booming voice wasn’t letting you zone out. You kicked a leg over your other one, shifting uncomfortably on your feet. You looked over, seeing Johnny leaned over on the opposite wall from you. You smiled slightly, and an easy smile graced his lips as well. He pushed himself off of the wall, coming over to where you were standing. He dipped his head down, his voice hushed in your ear.

“Well ain’t you the vision of bein’ enthused?” Johnny asked, his lips quirked up in a smile. You snorted out a laugh as you looked up at him.

“I’m not exactly thrilled about being up on your shoulders, Knox. I’m fuckin’ terrified of heights, and you’re not exactly short.” You smiled at him, and he shook his head, laughing.

“I promise I ain’t gonna drop you, doll.” He gave a smile that had your stomach doing somersaults, and you growled uneasily.

“I’m holding you to that.” You wrinkled your nose, a smile on your lips, and he clapped a hand on your shoulder. Jeff’s booming voice caught your attention and you cast your gaze back towards where Jeff was standing.

“Hey lovebirds, you two wanna join our conversation?” Jeff called, and the amount of hoots and hollers from the rest of the cast had you pulling your beanie down to cover your face, “Anyways - Johnny, Bam, Ryan, and (Y/N), you guys are gonna be next up for shooting. We’re going to go ahead with Steve-O, Dave, and Ehren’s stunt.” Jeff looked down at his clipboard, nodding to cement what he had just said, “But stay on deck, I’m thinking this one’ll take about an hour. Go ahead and get changed into different clothes, and be on standby. Your guys’ stunt involves mud, and we’ve still got a whole day of shooting.” Jeff clapped his hands and you were all sent on your separate ways. You headed to the trailer they had set up specifically for you, Johnny on your heels like a lost puppy. Your feelings for Johnny were… confusing, to say the least. On one hand, he was your absolute best friend in the whole wide world; You were nothing but comfortable around him. You both laughed until you cried, leaned on the other for support, and you loved each other fiercely. On the other, you were beyond in love with him. Any laugh he gave at your jokes, any smile cast your way, and anytime he touched you (albeit all of them were innocent) lit you up from the inside out.

You entered the trailer, propping the door open with your foot as you waited for Johnny. You rolled your eyes, chuckling as he stepped into your trailer.

“You gotta follow me everywhere I go like a lovesick puppy?” You teased, watching as Johnny flopped down on the small couch set up in the trailer.

“Hey, I’m makin’ sure no one fucks with you, doll. You know how these boys are.” Johnny shrugged, resting one of his arms on the back of the couch. You rolled your eyes, leaning against the doorframe with your hands behind your back. You kicked one leg over the other, rolling your eyes hard at Johnny’s comment.

“And you act like I’m not scared to beat anyone’s ass.” You snorted out a laugh, pushing off of the wall and going to the small wardrobe that was set up for you. You looked through the clothes, humming. Each outfit was marked with a name of a stunt, and you got to the one for this stunt. It was a sheer, white tank top with jean shorts. You held it up, looking at the outfit with scrutinizing eyes.

“Really?” Johnny barked out a laugh, shaking his head, “I mean - Sex sells, but if we’re sticking our only female cast member in somethin’ like this…” He chuckled again, letting out a puff of air from his nose. There was something unreadable in his eyes, and as you stared at him, trying to figure it out, he looked away, avoiding your eyes, “I dunno what they’re thinkin’.”

“Your guess is as good as mine.” You tore your eyes away from him, rolling them hard. You heaved out a sigh, giving the outfit one last scrutinous glare, “But I don’t think I really have that much of a choice.” You hung the hanger on the back of a chair, your hands coming to your hoodie’s hem. You pulled your hoodie off over your head, but you failed to realize you had grabbed the bottom of your shirt as well. Immediately, you were standing in a sheer, lace bralette in front of Johnny.

Time seemed to freeze as his eyes raked over you - how the bralette pushed your boobs together, the black lace against your skin, and the two barbells pushed through each of your nipples. You yelped and covered your chest with your arm, your face flushing a bright red.

“Shit! I’m fucking sorry!” You cried, moving your arm from over your chest to try and get your shirt out of the hoodie. Your hands trembled as frantic apologies tumbled from your lips, when suddenly Johnny’s hands were covering yours.

You looked up to see him standing in front of you, his face the same shade of red as yours. His face was calm, however, and a smile ghosted over his lips.

“Doll, you ain’t gotta freak out.” His voice was quiet, a murmur, as he helped you pull the shirt out of the hoodie, “But when were you gonna tell me you’ve got piercings?” He asked, a wolfish grin on his lips. You smacked his arm with a hand, your other hand covering your chest with your shirt.

“You’re an ass!” You chuckled, your face still feeling warm, “What - Nipple piercings a turn on for you or somethin’?” You teased, chuckling awkwardly.

“Yes, actually.” His answer made you stop short. Your eyes raked over his face, looking for any sign he was joking, but there was nothing more than a cool smirk on his face. His eyes were dark, pools of lust swimming in them. The sight alone was enough to make your knees weak, and you let out a breathy laugh.

“Wh-What?” You stammered, making him snicker. His hands, which had fallen down by his sides, came up to your shoulders.

Your head was absolutely swimming, the thoughts swirling through your head nothing that would be considered safe for work. But Johnny’s voice brought you back down to Earth;

“Now, you gonna let Daddy see my babygirl’s piercin’s?” He purred, his hands tracing circles on your shoulders. You shuddered under his hands, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He leaned forward, dipping his head down, and captured your lips in a kiss. Immediately, all of the breath was stolen from your lungs, and your hands scrambled to his shoulders. The kiss started off as slow and soft at first, but it slowly progressed to bruising and passionate.

He growled against your lips, something primal flaring in his chest. This wasn't just some casual kiss; this was a decade of suppressed emotions and desires erupting to the surface for the both of you. His hands tightened on your waist, pulling you against him firmly, as if he was afraid of you slipping away.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue darting out to tease at the seam of your lips, begging for entrance. You opened your mouth, accepting his tongue to touch around. You were secretly very thankful that he didn’t try and jam his tongue so far down your throat that you gagged. His free hand moved up to cup the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, holding you captive against him.

Finally, you broke the kiss, gasping for air. Your chest heaved with every breath you took, and your cheeks were flushed a brilliant red. You searched Johnny’s eyes for a moment, a small, breathless giggle leaving your lips. Johnny had the same breathlessness you did, his lips quirking up in a half smile.

“Well, if I didn’t know any better, doll, I’d say you’ve been waitin’ for me to do that for a while.” His voice was barely above a whisper, his hand cradling your face. You looked up at him with humor filled eyes, giggling.

“Good thing you know better, hmm?” You asked, giving him a teasing smile. His smile darkened and before you knew it, he had you up in the air, his arms locked around your waist. You squealed and giggled, as Johnny walked over to the small couch that was in your trailer.

He tossed you on the couch, your back pressed dully into the cushions. He crawled in between your legs, his face ghosting over yours. His breath was stolen from his lungs as he looked down at the goddess laid before him, your cheeks flushed the prettiest salmon. You looked up at him, pupils blown wide with lust and want. It intoxicated him in the best way possible, and it made him want more.

More he got, as your hands snaked around his neck and pulled him back down roughly. Your lips reconnected and Johnny grunted against your lips, his hands going to your hips to raise them up against him. In this new angle, you could feel the hard press of the growing bulge in Johnny’s jeans.

He pulled away from the bruising kiss, his breath fanning heavy over your face. A smile tugged at his lips, his head dipping down to your neck. Hot opened mouth kisses were pressed into your skin, the sharp edges of his teeth pressing gently into your neck. You writhed and whimpered under him, his hands tracing your sides with the softest of touches.

“This okay?” He murmured against your skin as his fingers danced at the hem of your bralette, “Wanna make you feel good.”

“Yeah, ‘m good.” You breathed out, helping him take off your bralette. He threw it into a random corner, his hands shaking as they ghosted over your breasts.

His eyes stayed stationary on the black barbells pushed through either of your nipples. Slowly, as if he was hesitant, his hands came to your breasts, kneading them. You let out a shaky breath, your heart hammering in your chest. His nimble fingers danced over the barbells, and you sucked in a breath through your teeth.

“Yeah? Sensitive, ain’tcha?” He breathed out, his eyes flicking back and forth between your face and your breasts, “My pretty girl.” He breathed out, pressing kisses to the tops of your breasts.

His head dipped lower, his lips attaching to one of your nipples. It was like an electric current was sent through your whole body, the warm feeling of his mouth on the cold barbell made you shoot up. Your back arched, as a shaky wail came from your mouth. Johnny pulled back immediately, his face flashing with concern.

“No, no, no!” You babbled, whining deep in your throat, “Pl-Please.” You begged, your breath coming out in pathetic sounding pants.

“Well, I gotta listen when you’re beggin’ so pretty for me.” Johnny chuckled, dipping his head back down. His mouth went back to your nipple, the warm feeling of his tongue swirling around your nipple making you wail again.

His hand dipped to your jeans, fumbling with the button as he tried to undo it with one hand. A huff of breath left his nose and he pulled off of your breast, focusing his attention on your jeans.

“Fuckin’ - goddamnit.” He cursed under his breath, making you giggle. You gently covered his hands with yours, helping him undo the button on your jeans, and you started to push them off of your hips. He caught the hem of your panties in his blunt nails, practically ripping both of them off of your legs. He threw both pieces of clothing to a random corner of your trailer, pushing your legs open. You tried to close your legs, a flare of embarrassment running hot through your veins, but he was much stronger than you were.

He growled, his lips kissing down your stomach, along your hip bone, tasting the cream of your skin mixed with the salt of sweat. He kissed down along your thigh, stopping just before where you needed it the most. You watched as his cheek pressed into your thigh, as he watched how you dripped and keened.

“Look at you, little one,” Johnny purred, causing you to whimper, your fingers tightening in his hair, “You got this wet just from Daddy playin’ with them sexy piercin’s?” The southern twang in his voice drove you crazy, but the fact that he bit into the soft of your thigh caused you to keen again.

“Jesus, don’t fucking tease me.” You whined, your voice coming out breathless and needy. Johnny nipped at the junction where your thigh met your pelvis, and the feeling made you shudder underneath his hands.

“You ain’t got a single idea how bad I’ve wanted you like this.” His breath fanned hot over your clammy skin, his lips kissing lower and lower until he was right above your clit, “Hearin’ you say my name like it’s the only prayer you’ve known.” He groaned, his tongue darting out and kitten licking across your clit.

His lips attached to your pussy, his tongue exploring every single part of you. You whined, throwing your head back against the couch, as his movements were slow, agonizing in the best way possible. He switched between his tongue thrusting in and out of your dripping pussy and sucking on your clit. You let out a strangled moan as he offered a hard suck of your clit.

“Goddamn, babygirl. You taste just like honey.” He grunted against you, pulling back slightly, and wetting his middle and ring finger with his own saliva, “Could spend the rest of my life right here, face pressed into this fuckin’ pussy.” He murmured, lowering his head again. His lips attached to your clit, his middle finger slowly dipping into your pussy.

You came lighting up off of the couch, wailing out his name as he curled his finger, finding the spongy tissue that had you seeing stars. He chuckled against you, the vibration of his laugh making your heart flip in your chest.

His ministrations were eager, and before you knew it, he was adding the second finger into you. He curled his fingers hard, the pleasure thrumming through your veins hitting an all time high. Your hands came to his hair, your hips rolling against his face.

The coil inside your core started to wind tighter and tighter, as you shamelessly grinded against his face, trying to pull yourself closer to an orgasm. He moaned eagerly against you, clearly enjoying the entire situation himself. Tighter and tighter the coil inside you wound, Johnny’s little grunts and moans against you doing nothing to help the situation.

The coil snapped, your orgasm rattling through your bones - your moans breathless and high pitched - as Johnny drank up all of your slick. Your breaths were heavy and ragged, Johnny’s face still firmly planted between your thighs. The feeling started to border on overstimulating, so you tapped his head three times shakily. Johnny finally pulled his head back, his chin and lips wet.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re gonna kill me, doll.” He grunted against your hipbone, laughing shakily, “Usin’ my face like your own personal throne, I could get used to that.” He looked up at you with humor filled eyes, crawling back up towards your lips.

You kissed him breathlessly, tasting yourself on his lips and tongue. You moaned shamelessly into his mouth, your hands making quick work of ripping his shirt off of him and pushing his jeans down to his knees. He kicked off his shoes, awkwardly shoving his jeans off of his legs, the denim falling unceremoniously to the floor.

You adjusted on the couch, laying flat on your back horizontally, and Johnny slotted himself between your legs, the thick press of his cock against your weeping slit making you mewl. He fumbled around for a moment, trying to find his jeans.

“I’m on the-” You raised your arm, tapping your bicep, “-thing in arm. Good for three years.” You dropped your arm, your hand running down his chest. “You’re good. I’m clean.”

“You sure?” He asked, his eyes meeting yours, “Can’t promise I’m gonna last long feelin’ this pussy raw.” He admitted, laughing awkwardly.

“I’m sure. No babies.” You pulled his face down to yours, kissing him breathlessly, “Pump me full of cum, Daddy.” You purred.

“Jesus Ch-“ He let out a strangled grunt, resting his forehead against yours. His breath fanned hot against your face, his breath shaky, “You tryna give an old man a heart attack?” He asked, his voice shaking. He opened his eyes, silently asking if it was okay again. You nodded, and he slowly started to push into you.

The feeling of his thick cock stretching you out made you wail into his shoulder, your blunt nails digging into his shoulders. Slowly, agonizingly, he pushed in until he bottomed out. His breath was catching in his throat, his arm twitching as he gripped onto the back of the couch for dear life.

“Fuckin’ hell, babygirl.” He grunted out, letting out a trembling exhale of breath, “Pussy’s like a goddamned vice around me.” He spoke through gritted teeth, staying still to let you get used to the feeling of him inside you.

It was a silent couple of seconds before your muscles started to relax and he was able to start thrusting shallowly in and out of you. You whimpered and keened underneath him, and he hadn’t even gotten started yet.

“Harder…” You whispered, your voice begging helplessly, “Daddy, please.”

“Anything my babygirl wants.” Johnny whispered back to you, his hands moving to wrap around your neck, pulling himself impossibly closer to you. His hips slowly sped up, the pace rough but not brutal. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath heavy in your ear.

“Shit, Johnny.” You sucked in a breath through your teeth, whimpering in his ear as he set a steady pace. His hipbones smacked against your ass, causing a dull pain that only accentuated the pleasure.

It was a few moments of this steady pace before Johnny suddenly pulled back from where he was buried in your neck. You looked up at him with dazed eyes, confusion etching into your features. He shuddered out a breath as he met your eyes, a shaky smile crossing his face.

His hands shoved your thighs back, pushing your knees almost to your chest. In this angle, you could feel every inch of his cock as he pounded into you. You threw your head back, wailing out a mix of his name and a guttural scream. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you threw your head back against the small couch.

“Yeah, that’s it, my sweet girl.” He grunted through gritted teeth, his breath coming out in bursts, “You take Daddy’s cock so fucking well. This goddamned pussy was made for this cock - Fuck!” He snarled, his hips speeding up. All you could do was hold on for dear life, your mind swimming with nothing but him and how fucking good this felt.

His hands came to your breasts, his fingers tweaking one of the barbells. Between his nimble fingers on your nipples sending waves of heat to your core, and him making a complete mess of your pussy, you felt yourself coming undone at the seams. The familiar coil in your core was winding tighter and tighter by the second, and the tears that pricked at the corners of your eyes fell down your face. The pleasure was starting to border on the perfect blend of amazing and almost cruel. You met his eyes, your vision blurry from the tears, and you could see he had a wolfish grin on his lips.

“Yeah, that’s it. Cry over how fucking good this cock is.” He snarled, dipping his head down to your neck and leaving hot opened mouth kisses against your skin, “Could fucking live in this pussy, babygirl, Jesus Christ-!” His thrusts were getting sloppy, and you wailed out his name again, the coil suddenly snapping in your core. Your eyes rolled back in your head as your body trembled, your pussy fluttering around him. Your body felt taut, as your orgasm rippled through your bones.

“Oh fuck, babygirl-“ He grunted out, his thrusts brutal and rapid, “Just like that… Daddy’s gonna fucking cum all in this pussy.” He growled in your ear, and all you could do was hold on for dear life.

A couple seconds later, he stilled, letting out a moan that would make a pornstar blush. His cock twitched and pulsed inside of you as thick, hot ropes of cum filled you. You writhed, still trying to come down from your high.

It was a silent couple of seconds as the two of you remembered how to breathe, and you were the first to make any form of a sound. You chuckled breathlessly, meeting Johnny’s eyes.

“Well, remind me to accidentally strip in front of you more often.” You panted out, bringing your arms up and pulling Johnny into a kiss. His hands cradled the back of your head, holding your lips to his. He broke the kiss, laughing softly against your lips.

“Ain’t gotta be accidental no more, doll.” He pressed kiss after kiss to your lips, “You got me hooked around your lil’ finger.” He smiled down at you, before the sound of someone banging on the door made you both jump. You swore under your breath, your heart racing.

“Ye-Yeah?” You called, putting a finger to Johnny’s lip to shush him.

“Hey, are you two done fucking already? Your guys’ stunt is about to start.” Ehren’s voice, which had the edge of awkwardness to it, rang out through the door and it took everything in you to not want to melt into the floor from embarrassment.

“Why, you wanna join?” Johnny called and you smacked his arm, his loud cackle of a laugh making you roll your eyes.

“Gross! Fuck no!” Ehren’s voice was high pitched, and you could almost see him cringing, “Fucking hell, Knox. Just get dressed and get your guys’ asses out here. Jeff’s pissed.” Ehren walked away from the door, and you could hear his soft muttering as he walked away. You snorted out a laugh, cringing as Johnny pulled out of you. He grabbed a couple of tissues from a table nearby, getting you as cleaned up as possible.

“Well, I’m gonna have my own cum running down my neck.” He joked, and you groaned.

“Ew! Johnny!” You whined, and he barked out a laugh.

“What? I’m right!” He had a twinkle in his eye, helping you get up from the couch. Your hair was a mess, and your neck was covered with all sorts of love bites, “I ain’t the one who decided you were gonna wear shorts that barely cover your ass while you’re up on my damn shoulders!” He helped you get dressed, putting on his own clothes quickly afterwards.

“So…” You trailed off, letting him run a brush through your hair. You smiled at the odd intimacy of the action, and he hummed, a question of ‘Go on?’, “When’s round two?” You asked, the question hanging thickly in the air.

“Let’s win this stupid chicken fight ‘tween Bam and Ryan, and maybe then we’ll talk.” He chuckled darkly in your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Don’t worry, babygirl. I’ll have you walkin’ funny sooner rather than later.” He growled in your ear, sending a rush through you. He patted your butt, shaking his head, “But come on. Before the Almighty Tremaine slits our damn throats for fuckin’ up his perfect lil’ schedule.”

You exited your trailer, and if it wasn’t for the love bites on your neck and the flush that covered your cheeks, you were sure no one would have pegged you for having just had sex with Johnny. You, of course, would have been wrong.

“How big’s his cock, (Y/N)?” Bam all but screamed at you when you and Johnny made it to the set, and you bristled for a moment, “Come on, everyone heard you screamin’ his name!”

“Jealous, are we?” Johnny asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, “Too bad she ain’t gonna ever scream your name, Bambi.”

You chuckled, trying to pull your beanie down to hide your face in embarrassment. But as you looked up at Johnny, who was harassing Bam about being jealous still, that weird love you had for Johnny settled in your stomach again. But those were feelings for another day. You had more pressing matters, namely throwing Bam and Ryan off of a wooden beam so you could get round two.

You had a pretty good feeling you’d be getting what you wanted, regardless of what Johnny had said.

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missusdunn · 1 year ago

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Bam Margera X f!reader X Ryan Dunn pt.1

Warnings!! - Smut, Oral f!giving, cussing, 18++++

Dating Bam Margera threw you into a lot of spontaneous adventures. The parties, impulsive trips across the world, dangerous stunts. It became normal to expect the unexpected. The only predictable thing about Bam was his selfishness especially when it came to you. You are his and his only. You couldn’t even have a friendly conversation with another man without Bam going into a bitch fit. However, there is one exception. Ryan Dunn. They’re a two-in-one deal. You can’t get close to one without the other. And Bam trusts Ryan so no reason for jealousy. Just a trio of pals.

One night, Ryan invites the two of you to his apartment to drink and hang out. Anticlimactic but fun nonetheless. You and Bam head over there with a bottle of vodka and let yourselves in. “Oh hey, you two! Thanks for knocking, so considerate!” Ryan greeted. Bam chuckles and says “Don’t act like you don’t walk into my house like that, asswipe.” “Whatever,” Ryan grabs the vodka from Bam “this’ll make up for it.” I roll my eyes, kick off my shoes, and make my way to the couch. Bam follows suit and Ryan goes to the kitchen to get cups. Bam stretches and melts into his seat. “Finally a night to relax with my two favorite people.” He smiles and puts his arm over my shoulder. I playfully roll my eyes “Don’t be sappy just to get into my pants later.” He sarcastically puts his hands up “Sorry, sorry.” He smirks. “I have better tactics anyway.” He cups my face with his right hand and leans in for a kiss. Of course, I kiss back and it doesn’t take long until his tongue is in my mouth. After a few more seconds Ryan is back. “Excuse me but I’d appreciate it if you two didn’t fuck on my couch!” He says playfully. “We’re not fucking, Dunn,” Bam grumbles with a slight pout having cut the make-out short. “Yet. Thank god I stopped it just in time.” Ryan says placing cups on the coffee table. I laugh and pick up my glass to fill with liquor. Ryan stops me from picking up the bottle and pours it for me. “Oh, such a gentleman,” I say sarcastically while taking a sip. “Anything for you, darling.” He playfully winks filling up the other two glasses. “You fuckers know I’m right here right?” Bam rolls his eyes as Ryan and I laugh. Bam grabs the remote and tosses it to Ryan. “Put some shit on, Dunn let’s get fucked up.” As he chugs his first round.

A couple hours later we’re all buzzed. It didn’t take long for the TV to become background noise. After multiple conversations filled with slurs and giggles the topic of Ryan’s love life came up.

“You really haven’t been getting any lately?” Bam laughs. “Dude it’s not a big deal!” Ryan defends himself. “I’ve just been busy!” Bam continues to laugh “Yeah you’re so busy binge drinking on your couch!” Ryan’s brows furrow “fuck you.” I hit Bam on the shoulder and give Ryan a sympathetic look. “Ry, there’s no shame in not having sex! Not everyone can be sexually active twenty-four seven.” I say “Unlike some whores…” I motion to Bam. Ryan lets out a chuckle and Bam rolls his eyes. “If I’m a whore that would make you one too, idiot,” Bam argues. “Oh babe you and I both know that’s not how it works,” I sigh “Your body count is 10x times mine!” “Whatever since you’re fucking me you’re a whore by association.” He snickers. “You’re such an idiot.” I sip my drink. Bam smirks and leans in. “Your idiot.” Kissing me and turning it into a full-on make-out session in less than ten seconds. That’s gotta be a record.

Ryan groans. “Again please do that anywhere else.” Bam pulls away and looks at his friend. “Yknow what just fucking join, Dunn.” Ryan’s eyes go wide and I’m too shocked to say anything. “What?” Ryan asks, thinking it’s a joke. “It’ll help with your blue balls that make you so pissy,” bam smirks “and I know how long you’ve wanted to fuck y/n.” Ryan keeps his eyes on Bam with red coating his cheeks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bam chuckles “Yes you do!” He points out “Before we started dating you, I would talk about all the things we’d do to her!” Now I’m the one with cherry-red cheeks. “Come on, Dunn you down or not?” Bam looks at me as if he’s asking with his eyes. “I’m down if Ryan’s down…” I stumbled out. Bam looks back at Ryan “Alright, let’s do it then.” Ryan agrees. Bam smirks in satisfaction and motions Ryan to sit next to me. Now I'm in the middle. Bam goes for my neck kissing and sucking. While I’m left looking into his friend’s eyes. Ryan hesitated a little bit but then kissed me like it was the end of the world. My throat vibrated with moans and Bam’s hands made their way to my chest. Groping me through my top before pulling it over my chest to expose my tits. I gasped into Ryan’s mouth from the sudden movements. Ryan pulls back to look at my breasts, groaning at the sight. He pushes Bam’s hands away and replaces them with his own. Bam immediately starts to kiss me sloppily. As Ryan has begun sucking on my tits making sure both nipples get the same amount of attention. My moans gradually increase the hotter it gets. I push both the boys away from me. They give me a confused and concerned look. Before they could say anything I got down on my knees in front of them. Their eyes widened in realization before slightly scooting closer together so they weren't too far apart. I began to palm them through their jeans, both of them already hard. “I need you both now,” I whine. Immediately the two start fumbling with their belts whipping their dicks out.

I spit onto both of my hands and begin to jerk my boyfriend and his best friend off. Bam’s groaning and Ryan has his eyes closed letting out breathy moans. I wrap my mouth around Bam’s dick and begin to deep throat him. Trying to get his cock covered in as much saliva as possible. As my left hand continues to stroke Ryan’s Bam grabs my hair and pushes me down on his length a bit more. Groaning when he reaches the back of my throat. I push back off his lap and replace my mouth with my hand. I shift my attention to Ryan and I start to suck the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around it. And jerking off his shaft twisting up and down. Ryan’s heavily breathing with his eyes locked on mine. I continue to switch between the two men with my mouth, whilst jerking the other one off. Bam’s moans get louder letting me know that he's close. I have a hand on each of the men's shafts. I begin to firmly stroke Bam, twisting up and down. My tongue hovers over his tip waiting for his cum. With a final groan, Bam shoots his load onto my face. From the lewd image of my face covered in cum Ryan finishes in my hand. “Shit.” Ryan curses. I move my face towards my cum-covered hand and clean it up with my tongue. Both boys catch their breaths before sharing a chuckle. “I can’t believe we just fucking did that.” Ryan laughs. “I remove my hands from them, cleaning myself up with a nearby throw blanket. “Consider it an early Christmas present.” Bam continues. “You may wanna wash this…” I smirk, tossing the soiled blanket at Ryan. The two laugh as I get up to go to the bathroom. Until Bam interrupts my movements “Hey, where are you going? It’s your turn.”

#viva la bam #viva la bam x reader #ryan dunn #bam margera #bam margera x reader #ryan dunn x reader #jackass x reader #cky x reader #cky #jackass smut #jackass imagine #jackass #ryan dunn smut #bam margera smut #jackass hcs

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jackassbrainrot · 5 months ago

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hating (and rearranging) your guts [bam x f!reader]

warnings: smut (18+), p in v, vaginal fingering, aggressive sex, enemies with benefits

word count: 588

You always hated Bam, and the feeling was mutual. You two could just never stand each other. You hated his bratiness, his cruelty, his recklessness. So why do you keep ending up under him?

There is no softness in your kiss. The initial clash of teeth still ringing in your skull as Bam bites your bottom lip hard, breaking skin. You wince and grab a fistful of his long hair, pulling roughly. His low growl vibrates against your mouth.

The hand that was holding your hips down travels lower, sneaking under your skirt and pressing against your panties. "God, you're so fuckin' wet already. Didn't know you were such a slut for me, y/n."

You roll your eyes at him, refusing to dignify him with an answer. His laugh echoes around the room as he hooks a finger into your underwear and pulls it off in one smooth motion. He runs his fingers over your folds and, without warning, pushes two fingers into you, biting your neck, hard.

You can't help but gasp, both in pleasure and surprise, and the bastard laughs into your neck, clearly proud of himself. Recollecting yourself as he pumps his fingers into you relentlessly, you put a hand under his shirt, digging your nails into his chest and pulling down swiftly.

A surprised noise leaves his mouth, his movements stilling for a moment before he sits up, pulling his shirt off and unbuckling his heartagram belt. You follow suit, taking your shirt off and pulling your skirt down, leaving both of your clothes in a pile on the floor.

He pushes you back down on the bed, putting one of your legs over his shoulder as he lines himself up. Rolling his hips, his tip teases your entrance, and you whine desperately. "You just love messing with m, don't you?" His mouth stretches into a cruel smile. "Don't act like it doesn't turn you on."

You roll your eyes again and he slams into you, filling you up. As your face contorts in a mixture of pain and pleasure, Bam shakes his head disapprovingly. "Have you learned nothing?" he teases, pulling out and slamming back into you harshly. "Rolling your eyes is disrespectful." He punctuates every word with another harsh thrust.

"You're gonna talk to me about respect?" You laugh out. He tells you to shut up before quickening his pace and rubbing your clit with his free hand, accomplishing his goal by leaving you breathless. The feeling of him in you, on you, all around you, becomes too much as you dig your nails into his arms, drawing blood, before coming on his dick with a moaned out "I fucking hate you."

He keeps up his pace, even after you go limp under him and you soon start to feel yourself getting overstimulated. "Wait, Bam, slow down, I'm done." You whine out, trying to push him away. "I'm not." He smiles that cruel smile again, pounding into you harder. "No safe word, no stopping."

He knows you too well, you think, putting your hand over your mouth and moaning pathetically as he uses you to get himself off. Soon his movements get sloppier and you can feel him getting closer, so you bite into his shoulder, pushing him over the edge. He pulls out, pushing his cum back into you with his finger when is starts dripping out. You smack his hand, telling him to fuck off.

You may hate him but oh do you love the way he ruins you.

#wrote this at 2 am oops #probs hella bad but it was very good in my head ok #looove mean bam #bam margera x reader #bam margera #bam margera smut

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johnny-coxville · 2 years ago

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How about a really cute johnny and female reader (she's johnnys girlfriend but she doesn't do any of the stunts) fic where they're playing with the Super Mighty Glue for the third film and one of the other guys sticks the reader and Johnny together and he's really cute with it and finds it hilarious?

Figured I might as well mix the two aspects of the asks ;P

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Johnny x fem!reader fluff

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Too Close!

The glue that rested inside the wooden drawer was saved for a rainy day. That day. Was today. Johnny opened the blinds in the bedroom, squinting at the bright sunlight. The rain beat down on the window, giving cool air through the cracks.

He turned his head to you, where you slept softly. He made his way back over to the bed and sat down. Scratching your head, and brushing the hair out of your face. You slowly woke up, greeted by a soft kiss from Johnny. You smiled and kissed his lips. Laying your head back down on the pillow. You stretched your arms and yawned.

“Time to get up sweetheart, heading to Bam’s. It’s raining so you’re being dragged along to watch a stunt. I swear it’s harmless.” He said rubbing your shoulder. You sighed. “Alright. But if you get hurt I’m not driving you to the hospital this time.” You muttered. Of course, this was a bluff you always got so scared when he’d do such a dangerous stunt.

You two got up and dressed. Johnny slipped into his blue and white long-sleeve. Looping the belt through his black jeans. Tying his signature skull and crutches Converse. You took one of his flannels, sporting a black t-shirt underneath. Leaving it unbuttoned. You never bothered putting on a raincoat.

Finishing with your shoes, he slipped his jacket on. Grabbing the hotel keycard and sliding it into his jacket pocket. Passing you the car keys, you both headed into the heavy rain. Driving through PA wasn’t your favorite thing, but at least it wasn’t California traffic.

Johnny chatted the entire way there. Finally pulling into Bam’s driveway, multiple cars had already been pulled up. You were honestly nervous. You really weren’t interested in whatever house-destroying antics they were going to get up to.

Johnny reassured you, their plans wouldn’t be putting themselves in danger. You simply rolled your eyes and got prepared to run through the rain. Entering Bam’s parents, you shook yourself dry. Being greeted by April as usual.

She led you to the kitchen where the entire gang sat. You knew this would be trouble. All sitting at the table, like rowdy little children. They greeted you and Johnny. Sat on the table were a few containers of super glue. You looked at it unsure, looking over to Johnny.

Kosick stood leaning against the kitchen counter, camera mounted on his arm. Along with a few of the other film crew, just relaxing, waiting for the action to start. You were giving quite an unsure look. What were they going to do? Glue their lips to each other's assholes? See how far they could run with glue stuck to their feet? It had to have been something extremely outlandish.

¨Don’t look too excited for this Cons.” Dave giggled. You smiled. He always called you Cons because he could never remember your actual name. Converse were the only shoes you and Johnny ever wore, so the name stuck. “Not really. I mean. It’s probably a lot better than most of the things you’ve done.” You said pulling a chair at the table.

Bam took the initiative and stood at the foot of the table. “I say Johnny and Cons do something together! She’s never in our stunts. There’s no way we could hurt her with some super glue.” Bam said pointing at you. April facepalmed. She loved you dearly, and always talked you out of a stunt, no matter how small and stupid it was.

You nodded your head. “What are your plans.” You said caving. What’s the worse that could happen? “Alright, so you’re going to want to take your shirt o-” Before Bam could even finish Johnny cut him off with a flat no. Tremaine in the corner gave a suggestion. “Wee-man and Preston first. Just to see how it works out.” He said pointing to the two guys who uncomfortably shuffled. Sighing Preston got out of his seat.

Wee-man follows behind and stands with his arms folded. Never really fond of actually having to do a stunt. “Shirt off. Both of you” Tremaine said stepping closer with his smaller camera equipment. “Fucking seriously?” Preston scoffed.

He discarded his shirt, annoyed, and stood waiting for the next move. Wee-man reluctantly removed his shirt and stood face-palming. “Wait wait wait, I wanna do the glue!” You shouted. Tremaine shrugged his shoulders. “Works with me.” He said giving the go for filming. Everyone began to shuffle into place. Getting out of their chairs. The camera began to roll.

“Hello, I’m Johnny Knoxville! And this isss Super Mighty Glue!” He said reading the name off the glue bottle. You stood with an excited smile. “Here we have two very willing and lovely participants.” He said presenting Preston and Wee-man, with incredibly annoyed faces. You snickered taking over the bit.

“Alright, Preston you’re on the bottom, and wee-man you’re on top.” You said helping Preston slide onto the counter. The guys were already hysterical. Once Preston was on the table, you lathered his stomach full of glue. It smelled awful but surely felt even more often to feel on the skin. Wee-man was assisted onto the table, Bam shoving him backward while he was trying to balance.

“Bam!” April screamed, hitting him in the shoulder. Wee-man’s ass now glued to Preston's stomach. “Hold on! Hold on! I got this.” Johnny said pulling out a stun gun. Before he could even take a few steps Wee-man started to scream and fight, painfully ripping himself off of Preston's stomach. Preston screamed in pain pushing himself off the table. Both men jumping around and screaming.

“Someone fucking lather up Knoxville. This shit hurts!” Wee-man screamed out. Johnny wanting to prove some kind of point, maybe that he was tough, laid on the table, pulling his shirt off. “Lather me up, baby!” He said rubbing his hands together.

You squeezed two different bottles of glue onto his chest, cringing at the glue glopping and running down him. You crossed around the counter cautiously not to be stuck to Johnny in some stupid way. Just as you were ready to put the glue down, Dunn hauled you up by your shirt. You couldn’t fight his grip, being picked up like some kind of toddler by their onesie. He pressed you directly against Johnny’s bare sticky body. Johnny found this hysterical, you definitely did not.

“No fucking way! Get me off of him!” You shout. Everyone laughing except April. Johnny was nearly in tears by this point laughing, carefully trying to slide off the table. Every time you tried to pull yourself off of him, he’d squeal in pain. Your t-shirt was basically infused into his skin. Your flannel awkwardly stuck to the sides of his body where glue had seeped down.

Aww’s and laughter were spread throughout the room. You rested an angry face on his shoulder as he held you against his chest. “She’s reaallyyy stuck to me, man!” Johnny said showing you off to the camera. Flopping his body around trying to detach you. “Definitely going to have to cut her off of me..” Johnny said scratching his head. Glue stuck to his fingers getting caught up in his hair.

Looking into the camera he cringed. Ripping his fingers out of his hair, he pulled hair straight from his scalp. “Yep. I’m done! Can someone just. Set my shirt on top of her hand so she can change..” Knoxville asked.

April let out a heavy sigh. “I’ve got it.” She said leaving the kitchen. Coming back with one of her t-shirts for you to wear. You kept trying to kick at his knees, nearly having Johnny buckle over a few times. Giggling each time you made a poor attempt. “I’m going to glue your beard to someone’s pubes Dunn. I fucking swear on it.” You said as April wrapped the shirt around your neck for you to use shortly.

He giggled in the corner shaking his head. Johnny carried you around the house, holding you close. You felt like a baby strapped to his dad’s chest. Once you were nearly in the bathroom you could hear the other guys hollering. Assuming one of them had continued the bit.

He closed the bathroom door and shuffled himself to the counter to grab the scissors. You let out a heavy sigh. He giggled to himself, making eye contact from time to time. “I swear I could kill him PJ” You said pulling yourself slightly back to let him cut through the fabric. Thankfully these weren’t “good clothes”. You’d be fuming.

Once he had gotten the shirt undone, he just tore the flannel off. You finally were let go, sitting on the bathroom counter. You stared at his now extremely patchy chest, covered almost entirely in your shirt. You shrugged, sliding your new shirt on.

“Pugs! Not Drugs!” Johnny read your shirt. “That’s fucking great.” He sighed trying to relax his laughter. April always provided the best shirts. Another one to the collection. Once you had managed to clean the shirt pieces off Johnny, you both walked out to the kitchen. Dunn’s beard glued completely to the side of Bam’s face.

Idiots.

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asskickedbygirl · 2 years ago

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Hello I have jealous Knoxville brain rot and I was wondering if you could write a Knoxville x fem!reader where the reader is bams best friend and they grew up skating together attached at the hip but Johnny is fully into the reader and she’s into Johnny (he does not see this) but he thinks she and bam are going to date because everyone thinks they would make the perfect couple. It can take whatever direction you would prefer from there I just would die for some pining jealous Knox 😭

Going Up

[Johnny Knoxville x F!Reader]

Desc: Anon covered it but I made it smutty! As in elevator sex smutty...

A/n: need to put eyeliner on johnny rn. also I'm trying to do something different in all of my smuts so they don’t get boring or repetitive to write so lmk if you like it!! comments and reblogs make my day fr <3

Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, public sex (sort of), alcohol

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Bam and you were fucking around on your boards, doing stupid tricks and just wasting time until you were called to set. You always thought it was stupid that your call times were so early when you were never really needed until the afternoon at least. Nonetheless you showed up, bored and hungover.

“Fuck I’ve almost got it.” You bitched, irritated that you couldn’t succeed in the easiest tricks when your head was throbbing from the night before. Bam laughed,

“Yeah, sure you do.” This earned him a prompt thump on the arm from your fist, your teeth grinding.

“Shut up, dickhead.” He still laughed, only holding the site of injury this time. He looked up behind you and raised his eyebrows. You spun around to see who he was looking at only to see Johnny Knoxville staring over at the two of you, quickly shifting his gaze once you spotted him, pretending he wasn’t looking.

“Hmmm.” Bam hmmmed.

“What?” You asked, skating in circles around him.

“He’s got the hots for you.”

You rolled your eyes, “You think everyone’s got the hots for me.”

“Because they do!”

You scoffed, “Your ego for me is bigger than my own. No one even asks me out anymore.”

“That’s ‘cause they think we’re dating.”

You pouted in contemplation. “I guess. Well why won’t you date me then?!” You brought your arms around Bam’s neck in mockery as you skated past him, laughing as he attempted to shoo you off. You planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek like a drunken aunt.

“You’re gross. You’re like my sister, freak.” You giggled as Bam attempted to wipe your spit off his face, arms still wrapped around him.

Johnny swallowed thickly as he observed you acting all coupley with Bam, sipping the crappy cup of coffee he got from the catering table when Ryan wandered over to him and looked to see what he was gawking at. He sighed,

“You know they’re not dating, right?” Johnny was snapped out of his daze upon hearing his voice.

He cleared his throat, “What? Oh, uh. Yeah.” He scratched the back of his head, feeling caught. He bit his lip, looking back over to you, his heart beating a little faster the wider you smiled.

“She probably likes you dude. There’s not many women that don’t.” Johnny took another sip from his styrofoam cup, eyes still on you, shrugging. Ry just shook his head, chuckling under his breath. He patted Johnny reassuringly on his shoulder and walked away, leaving him to yearn a little longer. You glanced up to see Johnnys eyes still drinking you in. You smiled and waved at him jokingly, causing his cheeks to flush as he hobbled off. Maybe he does have the hots for you after all.

A few days later you were in your hotel room applying your makeup, ready to go hit the bars after filming on location in New York. Bam and you were sharing, not the same bed but still, it didn’t help the rumours. You carefully lined your lips with liner as Bam lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, bored out of his tree waiting on you.

“The bars are gonna be fucking closed by the time we leave.” You rolled your eyes, rubbing your lips together and tousling your hair.

“It’s not even eleven yet. We’re gonna be early freak.” Bam pushed himself off the mattress,

“Fuck this, I’m leaving with Ryan it’s too late to be this sober.”

He grabbed his jacket and key card and swung the door open only to be met with a tall figure, hand raised and ready to knock.

“Johnny.” Bam spoke, leading you to snap your head to take a look at the supposed man at your door.

“Hey.” The often confident man’s voice wavered awkwardly, as if he had been caught in a trap. Bam leaned back to look at you, then back to Johnny, smiling like an idiot.

“I was about to head with Ryan, you can come if you want or uh…” Bam raised his brows suggestively, something you didn’t spot. Johnny cleared his throat and swallowed thickly, contemplating for a moment whether or not he wanted to let it out that he’d rather stay with you.

“I can stay with her while she gets ready. Bring you down if you want.” He called out to you, biting the bullet. You flicked your hair away from your face, grinning,

“Sure. I’ll be ready in a minute anyways.” Bam shrugged and left the two of you to it, Johnny stumbling in and seating himself on the edge of your bed, observing you through the mirror as you smudged some more eyeliner in your waterline.

“That looks like it hurts. Is it not going into your eye?!” Johnny gritted his teeth together while you giggled.

“I’m used to it. Here let me put some on you.” You held the eyeliner pencil between your fingers and turned to face him though his hands were already raised up, refusing.

“Oh come on! It doesn’t hurt and you can wash it off if you really hate it!” You flashed your best puppy dog eyes which ultimately worked as he simply couldn’t say no to you when you looked like that. He rolled his eyes as you grinned, moving closer to him. His breath hitched as your knees brushed against his, hands holding himself up as he leaned back slightly, eyes peering up at you. You took your bottom lip between your teeth in concentration and rested your hand against his cheek, Johnny swallowing right after. You used your thumb to pull his eye down just a tad, enough to see his waterline and went right in to apply it, accidentally poking him straight in the eye.

“Ow!” The jabbed exclaimed, pulling away from you and holding his hand over his eye dramatically.

You rolled you eyes. “Alright sorry. It was only a poke! C’mere it didn’t even get in your waterline.” Johnny was about to protest but felt he couldn’t once you pulled his face forward again forcefully, tongue poking out of your mouth as you concentrated on the task at hand.

He looked up to the ceiling and pretended the situation wasn’t incredibly uncomfortable as your raised leg kneeled on his lap in order to get the job done, face so close to his own as you tediously worked on coating his under eyes with black eyeliner. He couldn’t help but let his eyes drift to take you in, somehow you looked even more beautiful when you were in concentration. Your eyes met his and you smiled with your brows knitted together, a little unsure on why he was gawking once again. Well not really unsure, you were fairly sure. As you got back to it, Johnny posed a question,

“So you do this with Bam a lot huh?” You rolled your eyes at the insinuation of it.

“Well yeah, ever since he saw Ville with it he begs me to do it all the time. He fucks it up whenever he tries to put it on himself.” You pulled the pencil away to admire your work as the first eye seemed done.

“Looks good.” You smile, Johnny trying to move his head to take a look in the mirror but your hand pulling his face away.

“Not yet. Lemme do the other one.” You repeated your movements of pulling his eye down slightly with your thumb to do the next one, brows knitted together.

Johnny looked up to you, sunken eyes boring into your face.

“So you and Bam huh?” You scoffed, that was a sentence you heard practically everyday.

“No. Not me and Bam. How long have I known you at this stage?!”

Johnny smiled. “I dunno. You’re sharing a hotel room so.” His southern voice drawled. You continued penciling in the makeup.

“Different beds idiot. MTV’s budget must be tight this year.”

Johnny bit his lip. “So there’s nothing going on there.”

You shook your head, “Nothing.” That’s when you finished the job, pulling away to admire your work.

“Not bad huh?” This time you allowed Johnny to look at himself, standing up to get closer to the mirror.

“Christ I look ridiculous.”

You laughed, “No you don’t! This is so in right now.” You folded your arms and came up to the mirror as well to look at his face through the reflection.

“Yeah it’s in for twenty year olds. I’m old remember?”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re only like nine years older than me.”

Johnny flashed you a ‘careful’ look, but you smiled it off. He looked fucking hot if you were being honest, and that little crush you had on him was coming back in full force. You bit your lip as you and Johnny stared at each other for a little too long until he bustled off to the bathroom to attempt to scrub the liner off. His efforts were almost futile, a faint black still present in his waterline.

“That’s hot! No, seriously it looks good like that.” Johnny sighed as he realised he’d have to go out with a trace of makeup on his face.

“Are girls gonna think I’m gay?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Well you’ll have me on your arm so, hopefully not.” Johnny raised his brow at you but you ignored him, grabbing your purse, ready to hit the bars.

The bar everyone was meeting at was busy and bustling, a live band playing. You and Johnny arrived together of course and hit the bar immediately to get some drinks, already far too sober compared to the likes of Chris and Steve-o. You sat together in slightly close quarters, chatting amongst yourselves. You were enjoying his company, he smelled nice and the more you drank the more flirty you got. You had already punched Steve-o square in the arm when he made a dumb comment about Johnny’s ‘new look’ and an hour later his arm was draped over you. That was until Bam stumbled over to you all, clearly very drunk.

“You have to come dance with me. Now!” He reached out and grabbed your hand, forcing you up and away from your arm candy.

“Hey!” You called out but Bam was already pulling you onto the dance floor, hands grabbing your waist to dance with you.

You reluctantly pulled your arms up around Bam’s shoulders. Sure you loved to dance but when you did with Bam and you were drunk, the rumours were only set ablaze. You tried to catch Johnnys eyes as you swung your hips, only seeing him grit his teeth and practically glare at Bam. Was he… jealous? You looked at your dance partner who was too inebriated to have any sort of spatial awareness, simply blindly moving you around. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted an attractive looking girl dancing by herself and so you hatched a plan. As Johnny continued to glare you pushed Bam off of you and practically shoved him towards the other girl.

“This is Bam!” You called out to her and she looked rather thrilled, must’ve been a fan.

As the new couple began to dance once more you strutted over towards Johnny who was now looking at you like a deer in the headlights.

“Come on. You wanna dance with me right? Well dance with me now!” You slipped your hand in his and pulled him up, dragging him behind you as you set off for the floor.

Johnny was in slight shock, his hands finding their way to your waist in a daze as you brought your arms around his neck, moving your hips with the beat. You looked up to Johnny and flashed a smug grin,

“Were you jealous Knoxville?”

Johnny blushed, laughing and shaking his head.

“So what if I was?”

You smiled even wider, taking Johnny’s hand from your waist and moving it down to cup your ass.

“You don’t need to be.”

You chewed your lip as his hands felt you up on the dance floor, not caring that people might see your skirt riding up and exposing your ass. Johnny looked especially attractive as he appeared almost flustered, cheeks burning red and eyes blown out. As the music changed you moved yourself around so your back was pressed against his chest, letting his arms drape around you and push you closer to him, feeling the outline of his dick press into your ass. You grinded to the beat of the loud music, feeling his breath on your neck and his stubble grazing your skin. It felt almost too intimate right there in the middle of all the bodies, sweaty and drunk, but god did you want him. You placed your hand over Johnny’s as it pressed into your stomach to hold you there and turned around so you could whisper in his ear,

“Wanna get out of here?”

Johnny only nodded, allowing you to lead him away from the crowds and out of the bar towards your hotel. Boy were you glad it was so close by as the desperation was radiating off of your hot bodies, clammy hands holding each other as you made your way through the streets, no talking necessary.

You both smiled politely at the receptionists as you wandered inside the hotel, trying to act as if you weren’t as desperate as you’d ever been, silently praying no stranger would join you in the elevator on your way up. Alas you were left alone, standing side by side as the doors shut. One second later Johnny flipped himself around and slammed his lips onto yours, forcing his leg between yours so they were parted and making out with you roughly. Your hands flew up to hold his face, letting out quiet whimpers as he took you with such force. His hands were already roaming over your body, fisting the fabric of the back of your skirt in his hand and pulling it up. If you didn’t know him any better you’d think he was about to fuck you in the elevator.

That’s when you felt it jolt, stopping on whatever floor you were on. You opened your eyes and pulled away from Johnny’s mouth in a panic, thinking something had broken but instead you were met with his hand over the emergency stop button, manical grin on his face. You covered your mouth with your hand, half shocked but entirely bemused.

“Are you serious?!” You laughed, completely bewildered.

“Couldn’t wait any longer.” is all he said, immediately diving back in to kiss you once more.

As your skirt had already been pushed up over your ass, in fact bunched up around your waist, Johnny’s fingers were smoothly tucked into the band of your panties, waiting for the moment he could finally pull them down. He took the opportunity as soon as your hand reached down to palm him over his pants, pushing your body against the wall of the elevator at the same time. You let out a groan as you frantically unbuckled his pants, him eventually giving in and shoving them down to pool around his ankles instead.

After some more hot and heavy making out, you felt Johnny’s hard cock press into the inside of your thigh and so you took matters into your own hands, freeing the member and urging him to fuck you against the cool metal walls of the box. You moaned as he entered you, his stubbly chin grazing your neck and lips kissing the skin tenderly as he began bucking his hips forward. He dug his thumbs into the skin of your waist to hold you still, your arms wrapping around his neck to brace yourself the faster he went.

Johnny’s grunts and your whimpers echoed around the elevator, it even jolted slightly with every thrust and it almost felt surreal that heart throb Johnny Knoxville was fucking you in a hotel elevator. You hid your girlish grin in the crook of his neck, kissing and sucking on it all the while.

“You think Bam could fuck me like this?” You whispered into his ear.

Sure it was evil but god did you love provoking the men that fucked you, it just makes everything more fun. Johnny laughed, more of a ‘fuck you’ sort of chuckle but he laughed nonetheless.

“You gonna talk about Bam while I’m balls deep inside of you?”

Johnny pulled his lips away from your neck to look you in the eye, yours as blown out as his. You grinned playfully.

“Well this means you don’t have to be jealous anymore. Your eyeliners fucking hot by the way”

Johnny laughed.

“Shut up.”

He continued to fuck you hard, his thrusts only increasing in pace and his moans only getting louder along with yours. It wasn’t long until he got you to that familiar place, head leaning back against the wall as you were worked to the edge.

“Fuck I’m gonna come.” You managed to get out between pants, holding onto your breath as you felt the sensation creep forward.

Johnny continued his relentless pace until you came hurtling down, the wave of pleasure washing over you and making your legs shake. The feeling of you tightening around Johnny made his breath hitch as you brought him closer to the edge.

“Can I come inside you baby?”

You nodded, head still reeling from your orgasm. Johnny gripped your hips tightly, pushing even further into you as he came with a loud groan into your neck, the hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

The two of you remained in the same place, panting and fucked out, sweat dripping from your foreheads. Johnny’s head was still buried in the crook of your neck.

“You alright there?” You laughed, poking his cheek.

He pulled away grinning.

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

You both laughed until Johnny kissed you again, your heads all foggy.

“You know we can do this again once we’re out of this elevator right?” You pulled away once his kisses got more needy, practically ready for round two already when his dick was growing soft inside you.

He laughed as he pulled out of you, the sensation making you wince slightly.

“Sorry.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

He bent down to help pull your panties back up and smooth your skirt out after buckling up his own pants. He fixed himself up a little more before pressing the emergency stop button once again as well as another button.

“Shit.” He muttered.

“What?!”

Johnny bared his teeth.

“I accidentally pressed the reception floor.”

You rolled your eyes and scoffed.

“Christ I hope those poor workers don’t see us again.”

Just as you attempted to fix up your hair the doors opened to reveal none other than Bam Margera himself, arm sleazily hung over the same girl you threw him at on the dance floor. You and Johnny must’ve looked like a deer in headlights right then but Bam was far too drunk and oblivious to notice just yet.

“Oh hey guys!” He grinned, entering with his new chick, her hand dragging over his chest.

“Weird the elevator wasn’t working for a minute. What were you guys doing already in here, I thought you left like thirty minutes ago?” Bam asked but his face dropped once it dawned on him.

He observed the pair of you, your makeup all messed up with tangled hair, skirt all wrinkled and Johnny with his messy hair and lipstick stains coating his neck and collar.

“Oh.”

“Let’s not.” You interjected before Bam could say anything that would make your skin crawl.

The rest of the elevator ride was painfully awkward and silent, even Bam’s girl noticing the horrible tension. Once you finally reached your floor after what felt like forever Bam spoke up.

“So uhh... can we take our room or do you want to-”

“Take our room.” You sputtered, leaving the damn elevator as soon as possible and darting towards Knoxville’s room, desperate to escape.

End.

@gnarkillknoxville @jackussy420 @spoookyberry @steve-osahottie @izzaaaaaa @lovexjoe @jackassvivalabam03 @kristinee

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cemetarywoman · 10 months ago

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Its come to my attention that no one writes fics about any of my interests so ill have to take one for the team and do it myself 🙏🤕

Ill take requests for:

-the chilling adventures of Sabrina

-ville valo

-jackass

-gotham

-motionless in white

-hamzahthefantastic

I will write:

-fluff

-smut

-platonic/family dynamics

-poly relationships

-fem/gender neutral reader (could possibly make exceptions for male readers occasionally)

I wont write:

-anything to do with Self harm, r@pe, or abuse

-obviously no weird shit like illegal age gaps, piss, or anything super weird LMAO

-i will not write angst, im far too sensitive for that sorry LMAO

-i dont like write the reader as a dom so I’ll probably do sub!reader only, sorry!! (Ill make some exceptions for this tho if i like the request enough lol)

(ill add more to this list later lmao but these are my favorite things atm)

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dangerehrenn · 11 months ago

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I hope ur good and love your writing it's so good :)

quick question tho, how do you think the boys would react to pierced nipples on their partner????

ohhh they would go crazy

the boys finding out you have nipple piercings

in this: johnny, chris, bam

suggestive content

im gonna do this with the same scenario, and different reactions

it’s a regular day, filming new overly dangerous content with the guys, and someone has the genius idea for you to do a stunt into the water.

(like steveos stunt where he vaulted into the water from the bridge or whatever it was lol).

your boyfriend has been given the task of explaining the stunt to you, and as he’s explaining, you take your hoodie off in preparation. only to realise, shit. your shirt came off with your hoodie.

as your relationship with your boyfriend is relatively new, he had no idea you had nipple piercings…

well. he does now.

johnny:

he immediately stumbles over his words as you slowly realise you’ve just flashed your boyfriend

he clears his throat, then that signature knoxville smirk covers his face

“well. i didn’t know about those” he says cheekily, pointing at your nipple piercings that youre desperately trying to cover up

he’ll tell you to move your hands so he can get a better look

which earns him a slap on the arm for being so cheeky

“i like em baby. why cover them up?” he says, chuckling

he tries to steal a few more glances, then he’ll kiss you and carry on explaining the stunt to you

for the rest of the shoot, he seems very distracted, always lost in his thoughts

you catch his eye as he smirks to himself, and he blushes slightly before smiling again.

you know exactly what he was thinking about

chris:

oh boy

now he’s had a glimpse of them, he has to see them again

now, he’s a gentleman

so he’ll help you cover up

but he quickly ushers you away from everyone else and somewhere private

“since when?” he says, giggling

you play dumb, asking him what he’s talking about

which prompts him to pretend to grab his own boobs

“your piercings, babe” he says, smirking

he asks you the regular questions, did it hurt, is it sensitive, what happens if someone has a magnet

all that stuff

for the rest of the day, he’s distracted - staring constantly

“babe, do you think i’d suit them?”

bam:

he’s a little shit

so he steals your shirt and hoodie

“move your hands and i’ll give you your shirt back” he says, smirking

if you’re adamant you’re not gonna show him, he gives you your shirt back with a sheepish apology

he disappears for a minute, then comes back in time to see you do the stunt (take what you want from this ;) )

he drops the subject for the rest of the shoot, but you can tell he’s thinking about them

afterwards when you’re relaxing, you can tell he’s still thinking about them

so flash the man and let him be happy

“jesus christ are you tryin’ to kill me?” he smirks

or just tell him he can ask the questions he has

he’s like chris, asking the usual questions

and of course

“can i touch them?” he asks with his cheeky smile

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stratossphere · 2 years ago

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feral | v.v

ville’s trying to read emails and you’re…bored.

warnings: smut, masturbation, voyeurism, daddy kink, finger sucking, fingering, unprotected sex, hair pulling, spanking, reader has a “slight” breeding kink, ville is pretty dom in this one

word count: 5.9k

a/n: in celebration of neon noir…i present to you the horniest thing i have ever written. this one is…a lot

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Having a funny, charismatic, deliciously handsome rockstar boyfriend was hard. First, for obvious reasons, such as his long seasons of touring or his drinking habit, but second, and more importantly, the fact that you literally could not contain your level of horniness around him. Ever.

And that was currently manifesting itself in the fact that he was working, and completely ignoring you whilst you were resisting the urge to shove his hand in your pants.

But that didn't mean you couldn't bother him just a little bit in the face of his ignoring. That he had grown to have to deal with, and wouldn't really respond much to anyways.

As he read through all the emails he had been ignoring while on tour on your laptop that he was borrowing for that exact purpose, you gently took his free hand that was currently resting on the edge of the laptop and placed it on your thigh, keeping your eyes on him as his vision scanned quickly over each line of text on his screen.

And of course, he did nothing but absentmindedly pull his hand away, going right back onto the laptop as he finished clicking through the links that HIM's manager had sent him a month ago. On one hand, it was sweet to know that he always answered your emails when you sent them within a matter of hours at most, but on the other hand you were thinking about how annoying he would be if you were ever forced to manage him.

You waited a few minutes, leaning your leg a little closer to him before you pulled his hand back again, this time setting it on your inner thigh and holding it there with your hand over his. This time, when he tried to pull his hand away, he couldn't, and you saw him glance at you for a split second.

"Y/n." He mumbled your name irritatedly, his voice barely audible. Despite his warning, his hand relaxed on your leg, and when you took your hand off of him, he didn't move it. Mission accomplished.

Your next move, which was definitely bound to earn you more than a warning, was pushing his hand right between your legs, letting out a soft whine as you did so. And, true to your assumptions, you were immediately met with a sharp inhale and Ville's venomous stare in your direction.

"Stop it." And then his hand was pulled away once again. You frowned, because why the hell did he always have to be so hardheaded? before instead resting your chin on his shoulder and pretending you were focused on his screen along with him.

"Why?" Dragging out the word, you watched as his frown deepened by tenfold, a deep sigh escaping him as he clicked into a new email. Which, funnily enough, was from Bam. And contained a picture of you and Ville making out on Bam's bed that you had taken on his camera that he used for filming because you were mad at him. It had text below it that said STOP TOUCHING MY FUCKING SHIT DOUCHEBAG. Ville snorted at the picture, whereas you just pouted even more because you wanted to be making out like that now. And there were several things you wanted to take pictures of the two of you doing at the moment that the image on his screen was only fueling your ideas on.

"Because I'm trying to fucking do something, and you can't contain your female urges." Ville replied after he'd finished laughing at the email, peeling your hand away where it had begun to creep towards him again. You lifted my head then, because the use of the phrase 'female urges' was not one you were a fan of.

"That's not a thing." If any gender had 'urges', it was definitely men. This was coming from the man that had once gotten you both kicked out of a party in Bam's hotel room because he wouldn't stop sticking his hand in your shirt.

"Yes it is. It's called uh...ovulating or something." He waved it off, going right back to his (your) computer screen and starting to type out a response to the email that Bam had sent three weeks ago. The end result was:

Ah, good times! Hope you enjoyed the crusty sheets, mate!

Love you Bam Bam xoxo

Embarrassingly enough, you were, in fact, ovulating. Not that you were ever going to let him know that knowing what he would do with the information, but it was a little funny in your own head. Ignoring his blatantly male take on women's hormones, you put your hand on his leg.

"I wanna play." You whined, pushing your hand up under the bottom of your laptop so that you could reach his inner thigh. Finally, after what felt like forever, you heard him exhale shakily at the touch.

"My fucking god, woman." He muttered, his hands pausing on the keyboard as you felt where he was definitely hard under the visual shield of the laptop. That lying bastard. "I think you'd be happy if all I did was let you watch me jerk off."

You perked up at that idea, because why the fuck hadn't you thought of that. Sure, you’d walked in on him with his hand down his pants more times than you could count, but you’d never explicitly watched him. When he saw the look on your face, he let out a scoff.

"Absolutely not." He was saying no, but he was also closing the laptop and setting it on the floor. You were already getting hot and bothered over the idea, so it was a little late for that, and you were immediately crawling into his lap as soon as he sat back up from putting the laptop down.

"Please? I wanna watch." You begged, cupping his cheek as you tried to plead your case. He shook his head, giving you a look like you were crazy.

"Hell no! I'm going to go soft if you're at my feet giving me the Kubrick stare!" He ridiculed, eyes trained more on the see-through material of your bra than your actual face as he spoke. You tilted his chin up towards you.

"I'll sit next to you. You don't even have to look at me." You were coming up with every solution you could think of (even though you would've loved to be Kubrick-staring him down from his feet), knowing he was only saying no because you were annoying him. "I'll be good. I promise."

"Y/n. Obviously if I'm fucking jerking it, I want to look at you. I just don't want you being...you." What a sweet and flattering thing to say to your girlfriend of many years. He clearly heard how he sounded, because he sighed and ran a hand over his face. "What I mean by that is, if I let you sit at the edge of the bed so that I can look at you, you'll do something weird like touch my feet."

You would totally do something like that, but still a little offensive.

"I'll stay right here." You reassured, getting off of him and rolling to his side so that you were next to him but far enough away where he had room to work should he say yes. And, judging by the tent in his jeans, you had a feeling he was going to. A deep, heavy sigh came from beside you.

"At least strip down so I'm not just going with a dry imagination." He caved, and his eyes could not have physically rolled harder when you let out a cheer and immediately jumped off the bed to do so.

"You're the best. I love you so much." You celebrated as you stripped down what little clothes you still had on this late into the evening, watching as he got up to do the same whilst grumbling to himself. You smiled, because sometimes it was endearing just how much of a grump he could be.

"Yeah, you better, because I'm not doing this again." He muttered, eyes glued to you as you climbed back onto the bed despite his complaining. You watched him with hungry eyes as he finished slipping his jeans down his hips, mouth partially open at how hard he was already. You had no idea how he was able to be that aroused and yet give no sign of it. He was definitely a better man than you.

"Say it back." You let your tone raise to a whine yet again, opening your arms to him as he got ready to get back into bed with you. He sighed once again before doing so, accepting your embrace and shooting you another look.

"I love you. You fucking psycho." He pressed a kiss to your lips before turning onto his back, neck resting against the pillows as he released his breath and situated himself. "I can't believe I said yes to this."

"Relax. Not like you've never done it before." You said dryly, shooting him a look as he rested his hand on his stomach. Just to give him a little kick-off, you took your finger and began to trace the tattoo on his lower stomach, kissing at his neck as you did so and watching a bead of precum start to form at his slit. Too easy.

"Spit." He only let you tease for a little bit before he was pulling your hand away, holding his up in front of your mouth for you to spit into his palm. You grabbed his wrist, making eye contact with him before licking up his palm and then spitting wetly right in the center. The theatrics were just for fun, but he clearly liked it, because suddenly his lip was drawn between his teeth.

When he finally wrapped his now spit-slick hand around his cock he let out a low groan, head falling to the side slightly to rest against yours as he began to move his fist up and down.

If your camera wasn't packed away somewhere out of reach, you would've taken a picture of how he looked at that moment. The muscles of his abdomen were tensed tightly as he stroked his cock, his lip drawn between his teeth and his eyes partially hooded as he continued to let small sounds escape his throat.

"Fuck. You look so good, baby." You breathed as you kissed at his neck, sucking softly and watching as your mouth left marks on his pale skin. He would be pissed about it later, but he most likely didn't even notice now. "I don't know why we never did this before."

"Because I'd rather fuck you than my own fucking h-hand." He stuttered, his head tilting a little more before he was catching you in a kiss; his tongue swiping along your bottom lip as he basically devoured your mouth with his. You moaned softly as you watched his hand pick up its pace with his thumb sliding over his tip every so often.

"After this I want you inside me." You nipped at his neck just as you said it and listened to him actually moan in response, a grin curling its way onto your face in success at how affected he was by just your words. "I've been waiting for you to fuck me all day."

"Shut up or I'm gonna—" He broke off his own voice with another gasp, his hand moving at a desperate pace by this point with the precum that visibly slicked his entire cock from the stimulation of his palm. "Just be quiet or I'm gonna blow a load before I'm—before I'm ready."

You were perfectly okay with that, but you shut your mouth for his sake, instead pressing your lips to his shoulder and then beginning to work your way back up to his neck once more. You used tongue with each of your kisses, and you could tell he liked it with the soft moans that elicited from his lips with every kiss.

It took everything you had inside of you not to reach out and touch him like you so badly wanted to. Let alone put your mouth on him like you wanted to even more. You were exhibiting a lot of self restraint for how incredibly, painfully horny you were. However, talking wasn't touching, and you could only keep your mouth closed like he'd requested for so long.

"Let me call you daddy tonight, baby." Okay, so maybe you were purposely trying to get him to cum faster, but it was still a genuine question. He never agreed to let you call him daddy unless it was your birthday, but tonight he had said yes to something he would've usually said no to, so you were pushing your luck. And, low and behold, he let out a moan that you would've paid good money to make your ringtone, his head falling back against the wall.

"Ohh...fuck, whatever you want." He muttered, clearly too fucked out to actually listen to what you were saying. You moaned in his ear just to rile him up more, licking gently along the shell of it and listening to his shaky breathing. His hand on his cock had lost an even rhythm and was now pumping unevenly as he chased his own high, his moans coming in steady streams now as you kissed from his cheek down to the hollow of his throat. And, the finishing move:

"I wanna see you cum, daddy." You whined in his ear, sucking on the sweet spot just below his ear that always made him moan no matter where you were or what you were doing. He did exactly that, his voice going high and shaky as his hips jerked.

He groaned your name as he came, free hand shooting out to grip your thigh while his back arched just slightly. You continued to kiss and suck at his skin as his cum shot in ropes onto his stomach and hand, relishing in the sound of his ragged breathing as he slowly came down from his high.

"Fuck. I wanna do that every day." You breathed as you finally detached from his neck, a hint of a grin on your lips as his hand slowly moved to a stop on his cock. He just looked at you as you raised his hand towards your mouth, aiming to clean his fingers off.

"You're insane." He muttered, lip drawing back between his teeth as you sucked his fingers clean. He wanted to pretend that he wasn't a fan of your behavior, but his cheeks were flushed in arousal and you could see the way he was staring at you.

You hummed in agreement as you sucked gently at his fingertips, holding his intense stare as you let your hands trail softly away from his wrist. He then took his hand away, wiping the cum off of his stomach before pressing his fingers back to your lips.

"Good girl." He cooed at how easily you cleaned the rest of the cum from his fingers, eyes on fire as he watched you before grabbing your face gently once you took his fingers out of your mouth and rubbing his thumb across your lips. "What do you want, my love?"

"Fuck me raw from behind." You already knew the answer to that, because that's all you’d been thinking about for most of the day, and you immediately saw the way his lips dipped into a frown.

"No. No more going raw." He said firmly, gripping your chin a bit tighter and giving you a look that told me not to argue. You whined, getting around his grip and pressing kisses to his cheek as you took his hand and pressed it back between your legs where he'd taken it away before.

"Please! Do whatever you want to me." You pleaded, moaning as you finally felt him start to circle his fingers around your clit while he vehemently denied your request. He smirked, swiping his fingers through your pussy before he was slowly pushing two of them into you.

"You're like a fucking cat in heat, you know that? You always need more." He muttered as he began to curl his fingers into you, pressing them in and out painfully slowly in a clear attempt to rile you up. "And I'd be careful telling me I can do whatever I want to you."

"Do whatever you want. I need you." You whimpered, voice coming out shaky and stuttered as your head spun with the pleasure of his fingers inside of you. He caught your lips with his, humming against the kiss as he slowed the pace of his fingers even more just to be an asshole.

"So, I can edge you until you're crying and begging?" He proposed, cockiness filling his tone as he stilled his fingers inside of you. You let out a huff, looking at him fully and showing your displeasure for the level of teasing he was putting you through from someone who apparently had a lot of work to do.

"Ville." You begged him frustratedly, not knowing quite what you were asking of him but knowing that he could take the hint regardless. He watched you closely as he began to push his fingers back into you again, still going slow but bringing that hum of pleasure back despite the torturous pace.

"If you would shut the fuck up and lay there like a good girl, then I would stop teasing." He finally seemed to lose his patience, and his free hand came out to shove your hips down where they'd been beginning to come off the bed. Your mouth immediately slammed shut, head turned in his direction as you tried to meet his fiery glare without shivering. When you didn't speak, he tutted. "You'd do anything if it meant I'd fuck you, wouldn't you?"

Whew. After this was done, and you were in a different setting, he was going to get his ass kicked for this. You knew he was completely right, and you were 100% pliant under his touch at that moment, but he didn't need to point it out.

When, once again, you didn't respond due to the fact that you were too busy moaning as he increased the pace of his fingers, he cooed at you and pressed a kiss to your jaw.

"You're so beautiful." He mumbled, grinning against your skin as your arm came up to wrap around his while still giving his hand room to move. "I love you."

You would've replied, but just as he said it he pulled his fingers out of you, instead causing you to gasp in both surprise and disappointment as you watched him stick his fingers right into his mouth. This man was going to drive you insane.

"Bend over at the edge of the bed. And take your hair down." He said after he'd finished vulgarly sucking his fingers clean, snapping his fingers for you to hurry up and then looking at you expectantly. Still reeling from the feeling of his fingers, it took you a second to comprehend what he'd just said to you, but once it clicked, you immediately sat up and detangled yourself from him.

"Why do I need to put my hair down?" You’d had it in a mess clipped up on your head considering it was getting long enough to where Ville always accidentally laid on it and yanked the shit out of your skull, and you weren't sure you wanted it all over in the position you were about to be in. He just looked at you.

"Because I said so." Ooh, you loved it when he said that. You watched him get up where you were still on your knees at the edge of the bed before you quickly yanked your hair clip out of your hair and got into the position that he'd so politely requested. You felt a bit of exposure with how baring your position was and how voraciously his eyes were eating you alive, but it was immediately soothed by his hand trailing up your thigh. "Every time you call me daddy, I'm going to put a fucking handprint on your ass."

"What? Why?" What was the point of saying yes if he was just going to torture you along with it? Although, obviously you weren't going to object, because you were too turned on to care, but still. He spanked hard.

"Once again, because I said so. If you keep asking me fucking why, I'll start early." His hand smoothed over your ass and squeezed harshly, and you felt your breath catch in your throat as, once again for your best interest, you shut your mouth. He stilled his hand. "I didn't say you couldn't do it. I just told you what will happen if you do."

"Okay." You found the strength in your extremely fucked-out state to respond to him because you knew he was expecting it, and melted a little more when you felt his other hand come up on your hip.

"Test it out." He was going to put you into cardiac arrest. Seriously. You re-shifted the weight of your body onto your elbows to look back at him, a 'stop fucking with me before I kill you' look on your face, only to be met with an expectant raise of his eyebrows and silence. You bit at your lip.

"Please fuck me, daddy. I need to feel you." You were getting a little desperate, sure, but if he wanted to play games, you could play games. As you said it, you arched your back a little more and wiggled your hips, trying to entice him in the best way you knew how. However, as soon as the words were out of your mouth, you felt the burning sting of his hand coming down on your asscheek, a loud slap echoing throughout his bedroom as he smacked your ass. You let out a sharp cry at the feeling, at which he just groaned along with.

"After this, no more asking to go raw. You won't get my cock in you for a long time if you whine about it again." Ville ordered, massaging your ass and letting his fingernails drag over your skin as he spoke to ignite the sting even more.

Excitement coursed through you, and just as you were getting ready to start really begging, met with the precipice of sacrificing another spank in lieu of calling him daddy once again, you finally felt him line himself up at your entrance.

You moaned loudly as he quickly pushed into you, hitting every nerve he'd been aggravating with his fingers only a couple minutes before with an iron grip on your hip. He didn't give you much time to adjust, clearly on his own set pace as he began to thrust his cock into you while strained gasps rose in your throat over and over again.

And then, to add onto it, you suddenly felt Ville's hand behind you, and then your head was being pulled back with tension in your scalp that told you he had his fingers gripped into your hair. That explained asking you to let it down.

"Fuck, your pussy is so tight." Ville groaned as he began to snap his hips into you with a force that had you gripping the sheets for some form of stability, using both his grip on your hip and his hold on your hair to pull you back harshly on his cock.

"Ville." You whined, wanting to bury your face in the sheets but unable to due to the fact that he was still pulling your hair. You yelped as you felt another smack to your ass.

"That's not my name. Get it fucking right." He snapped, his voice coming out strong and steady despite how hard he was fucking you. You tried to speak through your moans, taking a second before you were even able to find your voice due to the fact that you knew what was coming once you did.

"Daddy. Feels so good." Your voice came out hoarse and shaky, and you felt tears brimming in your eyes as you cried out again when his hand smacked down on your ass even harder this time. He was clearly just manipulating it out of you so that he could spank you, but it wasn't like you minded. You were too busy focusing on not cumming on the spot with every pull of your hair and every brush of his tip at your sweet spot.

Ville's room was filled with the sound of moans and the echoing slap of skin-on-skin as he fucked you within an inch of your life, the fact that he was standing on the floor and you were on the bed allowing him more purchase to slam into you without mercy as you cried out with every thrust.

Your orgasm was rising up fast inside you considering he'd already been fingering you and he'd been snapping at you enough to wet anyone's panties at least a little bit, and you found yourself shaking with the effort of trying to hold yourself back.

"I can feel you shaking. You want to cum, don't you?" Once again, his voice was nothing if not condescending, and you felt his brutal, harsh thrusts suddenly slow to languid, smooth rolls of his hips as he purposely slowed himself down just to keep you from reaching that tipping point. You let out a whine of frustration.

"Yes. Daddy, please." One again, another harsh smack; this time to your other cheek. You already knew by the time that you were done with this that your ass was going to be bright red (and probably a little bruised), and you could practically picture Ville's giddy look at the fact.

"Beg for it, if you want it so bad." He said simply in response. You could just make out the sound of him groaning with every roll of his hips, and you were praying that he'd grant you some mercy in favor of reaching his own climax.

"Please, baby. I can't take it anymore." You pleaded, nails dug deep into his sheets and voice broken apart. Your head spun with the pleasure clouding every inch of your body as you inhaled the smell of Ville on his sheets, and your legs were barely holding you up where you were still on your knees. He smacked your ass again, this time hard enough to pull a sob out of you.

"Try again." You felt his cock twitch inside you, and you knew it was because he had just realized you were crying. This time it took you a long time to be able to respond, your eyes blinded by tears and your throat raw as you felt your hip start to ache from his tight grip.

"Daddy, ple—" Smack. Another cry of pleasured pain, and you tried again. "Please let me cum, daddy." Smack. Your scalp was sore and your neck hurt, but you were so close and so desperate that you just keened back further into his pulling, a whimpering and whining mess as you waited for him to cease his attack on your senses.

"Wait until I do." And then, where he had been smoothly, slowly rolling his hips into you, he suddenly picked up his pace again, hips slamming into your stinging, sensitive ass as he chased his own high while pulling you more and more into a state of mind-numbing pleasure. "Fuck, sweetheart. I wish you could see how fucking red your ass is."

You couldn't see it, but you could definitely feel it.

You couldn't respond through your tears and the moans that were pulling from your lips with each ruthless slam of his cock into you, every thought in your brain completely gone as you felt your whole body start to shake. You had never been with someone that had been so hellbent on making you hold off every fucking orgasm you had before Ville, and it had taken you time to learn, but even now you felt panic rising in you with the fear of not being able to keep yourself from cumming. He was fucking you too good, and your body was already reacting too much.

So, when you heard that telltale moan above you, your brain clicked back into place as his already uneven pace went shaky as his breath caught in his throat.

"Fuuuck." He groaned before you felt him spill inside of you, hand on your hip going impossibly tight as he let his own orgasm take over him. And then, finally, the golden words: "Cum. Now."

He only needed about one more thrust before you were cumming too, relying almost completely on his grip on your hips to keep you up as you cried out and tensed while your climax pushed through your body. He fucked you through both of your orgasms, his breathing vocal and ragged as he let go of your hair to hold your hips with both hands and pulled you back on his cock again and again until you were crying out jumbled renditions of his name and feeling your eyes wet with tears all over again as you bordered on overstimulation.

Only then did he finally slow to a stop, his grip on your hips going lax as you started to try and catch your breath. Every part of you ached, but you were so fucked out that you couldn't even find it in you to care.

"You look so fucking gorgeous right now." Ville mumbled as he pulled out and helped you into laying on your side, reaching out to wipe the tears that were still spilling freely down your cheeks with his thumb as his free hand rested on your knee. "Such a crier."

"Leave me alone." You groaned, finding the strength where it felt like you had none to raise your hand and flip him off to his face. Your makeup had probably smeared and was probably all over your face, and you knew he liked that, but you weren't quite ready for his teasing yet.

"Don't be like that." He took your hand where you were flipping him off and instead pressed a kiss to the back of it, the light catching the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead when he tilted his head. If anyone looked gorgeous, it was him. His hair was pushed back and away from his face, and there was a red hint to his cheeks. If you weren't so weak, you would've jumped his bones for a second round right then and there. He then rubbed his hand over your ass, making you wince. "You want help to the bathroom, mi amor?"

"No. Get in bed." You huffed, jabbing a finger at him because that shit-eating grin on his face was only getting wider by the second. And it was only going to get worse when you stood up on your incredibly-shaky legs.

"Yes, my love." He rolled his eyes, letting go of your hand and standing back up to his full height. "Let me take a picture of your ass. My handprints are all fucking over it."

Once again, he only earned himself your middle finger as you took his hand to stand up, face going red when your legs almost gave out on you. He gave you a knowing look but chose not to comment on it, instead dipping down to give you a slow kiss before smacking your ass and stepping out of the way to let you walk out.

Someday you were going to kick his fucking ass.

Once you had cleaned up and wiped some of the mascara and eyeshadow (that was indeed all over your face) off, you came back to Ville's room, biting back a smile at seeing him basically half-asleep right in the middle of the bed under the covers.

"I thought you had emails to read." You teased as you crawled in bed after him, hand brushing against his arm as he extended it towards you. He shot you a dirty look, pulling you into him once he had his hand at your very sore hip and forcing you to basically fall into bed next to him.

"I do, but I also have a chronically horny girlfriend who can't keep herself off my cock for more than a few hours, so they'll have to wait." He said dryly, a smirk pulling back onto his lips when you groaned as he squeezed your hip. "The fuck are you whining about? You said I could do whatever I wanted to you."

"Yeah, but now everything hurts." You mumbled, playing with his fingers where his arm was wrapped around you and his hand rested loosely against your shoulder. "You always have to be so rough."

He continued to smirk, but he turned on his side so that he was facing you, gently pulling his fingers from your grasp so that he could cup the back of your head before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"It's because you're so beautiful when I make you cry." He said honestly, his eyes meeting yours before he was dipping his head to kiss you. The kiss was soft and unhurried, his hand resting just above your sore hip under the covers while your hand pushed into his hair. "And you insist on calling me 'daddy', which is fucking godawful."

"You say that every time, but if you really didn't like it, you wouldn't let me do it." You could see right through him. He was about as inconspicuous as you when you said you didn't like when he left you sore and shaking every time he fucked you. "Does 'master' sound better to you?"

"Jesus Christ. You're not my pet." He said exasperatedly, a grin pulling at his lips as you laughed at his words.

"Hey. I didn't say I'm calling you master. You could be my pet." You said airily, pulling on his hair slightly where your hand was still in it and watching as he gave you that unimpressed stare that you received so often.

"Fat fucking chance." He then pulled your hand out of his hair, pushing it down so that you were forced to rest your arm over his side before drawing you up closer to his chest. "Shut the fuck up and close your eyes."

"But I wanna make out." You tried and failed to get out of his grasp, your hand pressed against his chest over the tattoo there as he tried to essentially suffocate you into being quiet.

"Shh. I'm turning off the lights." He ignored your protests, reaching one arm back to turn off the lamp that had been illuminating the room before turning back to you and stopping your hand before you could slip it down far enough to get to his ass just to see what he would do. "Don't even think about it."

"I love you." You pouted, pulling slightly when he didn't cease his grip on your wrist and then just giving up and pressing your cheek into his shoulder. He tightened his arm around your waist, pulling you completely flush up against him before pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"I love you too. Doesn't mean I'm letting your hand go."

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1800miserablethot · 5 months ago

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𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝔹𝕒𝕞 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕒

Plot: Bam’s being a brat and you put him in his place.

Warning: NSFW (rough)

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All day Bam’s been a brat…like more than usual. First, he started the day off by deciding to wake you up by blowing an air horn into your ear then did a flip onto you which left a hole in your wall. Later that day Bam’s done nothing but do the opposite of what you tell him not to. If you told him not to skate on the TV because you're watching it, what does he do? Skate on the TV and ends up breaking it. You tell him not to throw food at you and not to pour a gross shake he made onto you, what does he do? Pour it on you which wasn't cool at all because it had you puking from the smell. He's also been flipping you off and smirking every chance he gets as well. He's a brat, you've known that since childhood but today out of all the years you've known him tops the cake, and you've finally had enough.

“Bam!” You shout out as you stand up from the couch, you see his head look up at you as he yells “What?!” back. With your index and middle finger, you motion him over. You watch his eyes roll before he gets up from the couch that his friends were at, flipping them off when Dico yells “Ooo, Bam’s in trouble!” with a mocking tune like a kid would have. You start walking into the other hall and towards the stairs, hearing Bam jog to catch up to you as he calls out your name. You stop at the bottom of the stairs and turn around to see Bam in front of you, a confused look on his face “What the fuck do you want-” Before he could get the whole sentence out a loud sharp smack echoed off the walls as your palm meets his cheek. It wasn't enough to hurt him but enough to where it left Bam stunned. One of your hands grips his shirt bringing him closer as the other wraps around his neck, your fingernails digging into his skin. “I want your ass up the stairs and in our room, no clothes on. That’s what I want,” You huskily demanded against his lips, hearing Bam let out a low eager moan. Your hand on his shirt moves to his brown curls taking a handful and yanking harshly, making his neck crane back. “And you better pray to god that you get up there first,” You whisper lowly into his ear, grinning at the way he shuddered under your touch.

You let go of him, watching Bam take his shirt off then hurriedly going up the stairs. Hearing the sound of his belt buckle undoing, you chuckle and shake your head as you follow him up the stairs. When you round the corner into y'alls rooms you see Bam kicking his shoes and socks off to allow his baggy pants to just fall right off. Leaving him in nothing but his boxers, “I said clothes off, that means all of them.” You growl lowly, leaning against the door, trying to stifle the laugh as Bam quickly removes his boxers, letting his already hard cock spring free. Your eyes wander downwards, “it’s always the small ones who talk a whole lot of shit,” you mumble purposely loud enough for him to hear, biting back your grin at the sight of his cock twitching lightly. You look back up so your eyes meet his, Bam’s face flushed red. You kick off the doorframe to shut it before walking closer to him slowly, you run your thumb over his bottom lip watching Bam take it into his mouth and swirl his tongue around it.

You hum pleasingly watching his eyes gaze at you with a look in them that reminded you of a scolded puppy. But it wouldn't work on you, you gently tug your thumb out of his mouth, “On the bed,” You say sternly, watching as Bam gets onto the bed, instantly on his hands and knees, chest to the mattress as his fingers knead at the sheets under him. You lick your lips as you walk up behind him, your hand running up the back of his thigh and ass. “You've been nothing but a little shit today, you know that right?” You say lowly, giving his ass a small swat. Bam let out a small yelp responding with, “Damn right I know.” You could hear the hitch in his voice, his hips rocking back lightly against your hand. You bring your hand back before bringing it down, hitting his ass even harder. Hearing a thwack sound bounce off the walls that mingled with Bam’s breathy moan. “Fuck, [Y/N],” Bam huffs, his hips rolling to try and get some friction from the bedsheets under him. Your free hand tangles in his hair and tugs on it making his head yank back like before. “You’re gonna stop acting like a brat to me, you understand?” You say, letting your hand on his ass move to between his thighs, your fingers barely brushing against his cock which you could tell was leaking with precum already. “I’m not a brat,” Bam whispers back, his voice a bit shaky.

“Oh really?” you cooed, yanking on his hair and letting your lips rest against his ear as your other hand wraps around his small cock. “Because all day you've done nothing but be a little bitch to me, Bam.” You continued, nipping his earlobe. Your hand stroked him very slowly, feeling Bam squirm under you. You moved down to nip a bit more harshly on his jaw, grinning when you heard him let out a small whine at the action. "[Y/N],” Bam whimpers, rutting his hips to try and make your hand speed up but as soon as he does you pull away. “Please-no,” He groans when you stop touching him, his head flopping into his arms. “Sorry Bambi, only good boys get touched.” You husk, giving a smack to his other ass cheek without warning as you sit up straight. Your hand rubs over the red skin tenderly before landing two more hits on each side. Feeling him tremble and shake under you, each hit earning a loud moan from Bam. Hearing him babbling and letting out small pleads and begs, "Please [Y/N], I'll be good, I swear!" You chuckle lightly, hearing a small stutter in his voice as you stroked his ass lightly making sure to give each red cheek attention. “Yeah? You're gonna be my good boy, again?” you cooed, leaning down to grip his chin and making him look back at you.

“Say it,” You growled, watching Bam’s eyes flick up to meet yours before his mouth quivered open. ”I’ll be a good boy [Y/N].” He breathed out, his voice soft and needy. You chuckled lightly, and let go of his chin. Grabbing his arm you flip him onto his back, grinning devilishly at the way his cock was leaking precum profusely now. You move away to grab the lube you two keep in the drawer, before settling back between Bam’s legs. You put the lube down so you could unbuckle your belt and undo your jeans, pulling them along with your boxers down just enough to let your dick out. “Since you're still not scotch-free, here’s how things are gonna go.” You say, opening the lid to the lube and pouring some into your hand so you can slick yourself up with it. “You get no prep, you also don't get to touch me unless I say so, understand?” You say more than ask, glancing up to meet his gaze. Noticing the small protest whine that slips out of Bam, he nods in agreement anyway. You grip his hips pulling him closer as you slowly start to thrust into him, biting your lip at how tight his walls are around you. But you ignore the sensation and focus on getting your dick further into him. Once you’re fully inside him, and your hips are flushed to his you grin down at Bam. “And you're not allowed to cum until I say so,” You say, and before he could retort you pull out only to thrust back in. Whatever Bam had ready to say fell out in a broken moan of your name, his hands flailing to grip at the sheets below him.

You repeat your actions this time rougher which earns a full-throated groan from Bam as the tip of your dick hits perfectly against his prostate. You watch his face contour with pleasure as his eyes flicker shut, moaning once more. “Oh-oh fuck-[Y/N], please-“ He begs, his voice a pitched whine, trying to put his legs around your waist. But you just smirk and push them down, making Bam hold still. “No,” You say your voice stern, “Remember, no touching baby.” You huff, wrapping a hand around his cock and stroking it in time with your thrust. You can feel Bam shaking under you, his hands fisting in the sheets at his side. His eyes squeezed shut as he moaned your name repeatedly. “[Y/N], fuck-please, I’m sorry!” He breathlessly lets out, pushing his hips down to meet yours. “You’re what?” You asked teasingly, squeezing the tip of Bam’s cock watching his glazed watery eyes opening up to look at you. “I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry for being a bitch today-please [Y/N] I’m close, fuck I’m close [Y/N],” Bam practically sobs, his voice desperate and choked as the built-up tears stream down his face. “I forgive you, baby. Cum for me, be my good boy, and cum.” You purred, stroking him faster. Seeing the way his eyes light up at your permission, his noises increase as he gets closer. “[Y/N]! I’m c-cumming, oh fuck, fuck yes-[Y/N]!!” Bam babbles out, his back arching and his body shaking as he reaches the peak of his orgasm. You smile breathlessly down at him, loving the way he looks as he comes apart. The way his mouth slacked open, and his eyes rolled. His spunk coated your hand and his heaving stomach, “good boy,” You husked, thrusting into him continuously until you reached your orgasm, both of you riding out the pleasurable high.

You gently pull out of him and get up from the bed removing all of your clothes, you take a random piece of clothing from the floor and wipe the mess from Bam’s stomach and chest along with your hands before tossing it to the floor as well then climbing into the bed next to him. You laugh softly when Bam instantly cuddles against your side, “Am I gonna wake up to you doing flips on me again?” You tease, running your fingers lightly through Bam’s messy hair. Seeing him shake his head side to side, “No,” You smile softly and lean down to kiss him, “Good because if you did then it wouldn't end up like tonight,” You say softly, laughing quietly when you see a pout form across Bam’s face before he buried it into your neck.

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philipjohnclapp · 1 year ago

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Great! Anyway I can request a Bam Margera x Female!Reader smutty imagine? Maybe Bam ends up meeting Johnny’s younger sister and they end up in a relationship at some point. While in said relationship maybe another cast member ends up flirting with her at a party to piss of Bam on purpose and it ends up leading to some protective Bam and jealous sex?

Sex Pollution

Jackass Imagine

A/N: To those who said I can’t write, get a load of this! Haha!

Imagine you’re Johnny Knoxville's sister, probably younger sister. You’re southern, with a real heavy drawl, and look almost identical to him. Maybe not, but you can definitely see resemblances. You grew up close, surely not a girly girl, you get your hands dirty with no questions asked. You’ve spent the start of your brother's career watching, like a bird. Never really met any of the guys, you didn’t really care. Steve-O was too wild, and you weren’t a fan of heavy drugs, Pontius was too flirty, and oddly, Preston and Wee-Man had their own duo, Dunn? Well, he seemed nice, but he didn’t have the best hygiene, and that was enough on its own to be a deal breaker. Who else were you missing?? Never mind…

You never really were looking for a relationship, really, or even a casual friendship. But things happen all the time; and when Jackass came to town, and your mother let these guys stay a few nights, your plans flipped upside down. You were left confused, flustered, and you felt like a teenage girl all over again. With some kid crush on a guy with such a cute face. Handsome like a guy should be, but he was pretty. Not pretty enough you’d mistake him for a girl, though. Just pretty enough for you to gawk at, to sneak around with when all the guys and your family are asleep. Getting drinks, and sneaking pecks on the lips. Before you knew it you were in your own secret relationship with a guy by the name; Bam Margera. It rolled off the tip of your tongue; and you liked it that way.

And then you moved on to Hollywood, the land of the stars. It was quick, sudden really. It wasn’t permanent, no, you were staying with your brother by day, and sneaking off into hotels by night. Because this whole Bam thing was getting serious. And then you found out party’s exist, and that opened a world of fun. Especially when you found out one of the guys was throwing a rager; and it may or may not be that oh so annoying guy you met months prior. Fucking Steve-O, but you couldn’t care less as you went hand and hand with your boyfriend. Having the time of your life.

Until you weren’t, well, you still were, with a few drinks down the hatch. The only one who was growing increasingly more disturbed, upset, was Bam. Some random guy, probably as high as anyone else was chatting you up a storm, and starting to get real handsy. He wasn’t completely random as you knew that face from the set, but with the alcohol in your system you just couldn’t tell who it was. You were polite, didn’t really wanna make a scene, so you used the excuse you needed to get another drink, smiled with your southern charm in full spring, and headed straight to the kitchen.

The minute you stepped away from the cast member and Bam was taking your place, you could see from the corner of your eye. He was threatening the guy. And it was almost funny to you. Almost. Because the moment you were in the kitchen, Bam was coming up behind you. Wrapping his arms around you and mumbling into your ear, his voice sounded so harsh for a whisper. Almost as rough as sandpaper,

“Fuck were you doing with that scum?”

He growled, like a feral dog. His embrace tightened as he pressed himself up against you. In the kitchen. You were stunned, letting out a breath of air that you felt like you hung onto almost too long as you stayed still, your brain short circuiting as you tried to come up with an answer. You swore you had one, but it popped like a bubble. Your head was as empty as the sky tonight. And Bam didn’t seem to care as he started talking again. His rough nails clawing your sides as he ran his hands up and down them like a cat scratching his owner's couch.

“It doesn’t matter, you know you’re all mine.”

You did. Well, if you didn’t before you certainly know now. His boner pressing against your asscrack was certainly showing it. And fuck, did you like being his. And Bam was gonna make sure you knew it.

He shoved you against the floating island, brushing all the cans, and needles, and lord knows what else off the counter as you bent over for him. Bam ripped your pants down so fast you could’ve sworn he ruined your jeans. Fuck. You couldn’t even be bothered to care as you arched your back for him. He ripped his own pants off with record speed, and would have broken the world record for that one as he slipped his boxers down completely.

Bam was as hard as a gun, and you couldn’t even be bothered with all the party goers so close. The chances of someone walking in and or seeing this was close to a hundred, fuck it probably was going to happen. You didn’t care, luckily Johnny wasn’t here. He’d skin Bam like a pig.

It seemed that Bam didn’t care either, he didn’t have any decency either as he just shoved himself inside of you, and you moaned instantly. Your walls clenching onto him as you squealed with pleasure. Jerking your hips forward instinctively as he started immediately with rough, quick thrusts. You could’ve gotten whiplash he was being so rough, all you could think was fuck as he dug his nails into your side, his other hand gripping hard into your hair, pulling your head back as he warned you,

“You’re mine…fuck…baby, you’re all mine.”

He grunted, letting out his own quiet moan as he quickened his pace. His thrusts getting all messy and desperate, the smell of sex polluting the kitchen and probably spoiling the alcohol as you both neared your climax. His grip on your hair tightened so much you thought he’d rip your hair out, and then he pushed himself deep inside of you, and you saw white as he came inside of you, and you came onto him, moaning as the pleasure swallowed you like a tornado. Fuck, you’ve never been so glad to be his.

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jackassbrainrot · 3 months ago

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can you make a bratty sub!bam x dom!reader smut where they have been mad at each other all day but one of them finally snaps and they make up? its okay if not but could you maybe add slapping in it :p thank you 🙏

treat me like there's no hell [bam x gn!reader]

desc: Bam seems to have forgotten who he belongs to, so you remind him

a/n: bratty Bam >>> got interrupted a bunch while writing so idk how much sense the whole thing makes but hope you enjoy anon! possessive reader whooooops!! reader and Bam do not know how to communicate properly

warnings: smut, arguing, slapping, teasing, edging, degradation, jealousy, use of the word whore (like three times)

word count: 1403

You were pissed. You'd come to LA to spend time with your boyfriend, who'd been away for ages filming, just to listen to him complain about Tremaine from the moment you landed. His bad mood soured your own, snapping at each other the whole day. But this was the last straw. You'd arrived at the hotel bar mere minutes after the Jackass crew, only to see your dear boyfriend flirting with some D list celebrity hanging off his arm. "Pretty boy in trouble?" That familiar southern drawl snaps you out of your one-sided staring contest, noticing that you've been staring down your boyfriend less subtly than you'd thought. A deep hum leaves your throat, your lips pressed together angrily, making PJ laugh. "Go easy on him!" You hear him yell after you as you made your way towards Bam, yelling back a "No chance!"

"Hey, babe! This is-" You didn't care, for them or anything Bam had to say. You grabbed his arm, pulling him up forcefully. "Hi, nice to meet you. Sorry, I have to steal him away from you for a bit." The words left your mouth faster than you thought they could, a fake smile plastered across your face as you pulled your boyfriend out of the bar, pushing him into an elevator.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" He snapped at you while you were fumbling for the key to the room you two shared. "I could ask you the same thing." He had the audacity to look at you with genuine confusion, making you see red right as the ding of the elevator signaled that you were so close to your destination. You pulled him down the hallway, unlocking the door of your room swiftly and pushing him in. The force made him trip over his feet, falling to the floor, catching himself so his head doesn't hit the hardwood. "Have you gone fucking psycho?"

He tries to get up, his attempt quickly curbed by your palm falling flat on his cheek, making his head spin, losing balance again. Your hand tangles in his hair, keeping him in place as you examine the angry red mark you left on his pale face. His mouth was agape, sharp little breaths slipping past his pink lips, but there was still a defiant glint in his crystal blue eyes. "Have you been trying to piss me off all day or does that just come naturally to you?" You were staring daggers down at him, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "I mean, I do get paid for being an asshole."

Another slap rings out, both of his cheeks now painted an angry red, his face stinging. His eyes were glazed over, the snarkiness gone from his face, and as your eyes drifted down his body, you could see the bulge in his tight jeans. "You're such a whore." Your words seem to go straight to his dick, but that little bit of defiance still left in him gave him the courage to shake his head, as much as he could with the iron grip you still had on his hair. "Oh, you are. Whoring yourself out to anyone who looks at you."

"You're jealous." He says almost gleefully, the cogs in his head finally turning enough for him to realize why you were mad at him.

"I'm not jealous, you're just mine."

His eyes closed for a moment, his breathing ragged. You let go of his hair, taking a step back. "Take your clothes off and get on the bed." You sat on the bed with your back against the headboard as you watched him strip before crawling onto the bed. You maneuver him so he's sitting between your spread legs, his back pressed against your chest.

Your fingers ghost against the inside of his thigh, dangerously close to his dick, but never quite reaching it. You ran your other hand along his ribs, tracing his tattoo, feeling the goosebumps rise on his skin. The touches were feather light, barely there, and you knew it was driving him crazy. Your breath ghosted against his neck, lips barely touching his skin. He was getting more and more impatient, body bucking into every touch, trying to make it last longer, to feel it better, but you'd just move your hand away until he settled back against your chest.

"Please." He whine out, head lolling back onto your shoulder. "Please what, Bam?" Your lips brush against his ear, making him shudder again. "Please touch me." He sounded so desperate, his voice weak and frustrated. You hummed, moving your hand to rest on the dip between his hip and his thigh, so close but not touching. "Do you think you deserve it?" He keened, a pathetic little "no" leaving his lips, swollen from how much he'd been biting them.

"Good answer." It's mocking, mean, yet you wrap your hand around him, thumb circling the head, spreading precum around the tip. He writhing in your grip, desperate for more, but he knew better than to move without your permission. Your hand moved up and down agonizingly slow, each tug pulling a new little noise out of your boyfriend. His body tenses up, muscles going taut. And you stop. Your hand moves away from his dick, leaving him bucking up into nothing.

He grabs your wrist, trying to pull your hand back. "Please, I'll be so good, please." Oh, how you loved hearing him beg. You kept your hand away from his crotch, wanting to hear him beg a little longer. "Apologize." The king of MTV, Bam Margera, does not apologize. He whined again, knowing you wouldn't touch him anymore if he didn't listen. "'m sorry" He mumbled, turning his head away from you as he did. "What'd you say?" Your lips pulling into a sly smile, knowing you had him cornered. It was either his ego or his orgasm, neither of which he was happy to let go.

"I'm sorry." He finally spoke, louder this time, after a minute of silence. It wasn't enough though, not for you. "What are you sorry for?" He groaned when he realized you weren't going to let him have it that easily. There was another beat of silence before he spoke again. "For bein' a dick today." You hummed, wrapping your hand around his cock, not moving. "And?" His chest rose with a deep breath, the heat of your hand fogging up his brain. "Bein' a whore."

"That's right." You cooed, biting his jaw lightly as your hand started moving, faster than before. His little whimpers only spurred you on, speeding up. You felt him tense up, so close to cumming and you stop, again, holding it by the base. "No, no, please, I said I'll be good. I'm being good, please." He sounded wrecked, his hips twitching up uselessly as you held them down with your free hand. "Look at me, Bam."

He turned his head towards you, meeting your gaze for the first time since he'd sat down in your lap. "You're mine. Only I get to see you like this, only I get to make you feel like this. No one else gets to touch you. Isn't that right, angel?" A ragged breath left his lips, cowering under your intense gaze. "Fuck, yeah, only yours." You smiled, connecting your lips in a sloppy wet kiss as your hand started moving again.

It didn't take long for Bam to cum all over your hand and his own stomach, moaning your name into your mouth. He curled up into you, whispering a string of love you's and all yours' into your neck, pressing little open mouthed kisses all over it. "You did so well." Your ran a hand through his hair and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "I'm sorry I got mad at you, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry I made you mad." His voice was soft, still somewhat wrecked as he nuzzled closer to you. "That was hot though." You felt him smile against your neck, reverting back to his usual cocky self. "Oh my god, you're insatiable." You laugh, pulling him into another kiss. "What!? Can I not like being slapped around a little?" He countered, laughing along with you as you both settled on the bed, too lazy to take a shower.

"Should make you jealous more often."

"Don't even think about it."

#need to slap bam so bad tbh #anon you get it #been so busy so I haven't had the time to write :(#possessive reader I <3 u #bam margera x reader #jackass #jackass fanfic #jackass fic #jackass x reader #bam margera #cky #viva la bam #bam margera fic #bam margera fanfic #bam margera smut

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johnny-coxville · 2 years ago

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I was thinking maybe for a really smutty Johnny fic. The reader asks Johnny if he wants to try something new, she’s wants to see if he’ll cum inside her as they’ve never done that, Johnny gets super excited and super into it. With some dirty praise along the way and goofy excitement from knox ?

I'm sorry it's a bit short and not exactly on promt, but I'll gladly remaster it as soon as I'm free! Hope you enjoy it. :)

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At Last.

Johnny Knoxville x fem!reader nsfw

Time in bed with Johnny was never a bore. He always found something new to task you with. Position, praise, you name it. He made you feel good in everything he did. This time was entirely different.

You sat across from him at the wooden dinner table. A cute tablecloth laid across the table complimenting the decorations of your apartment. Johnny fiddled with the bottom of the cloth as he ate. Looking up at you every now and then to smile.

Once you were nearly finished with your plate, you paused. Taking a long gaze at him. He paused as well, his chewing put on hold. “What’s the matter?” He questioned with a mouthful of food. You grinned. “Nothing. I was just thinking about something.” You said twirling your fork around the plate.

He swallowed his food and cocked an eyebrow. “Anddd that iss?” He said with a side smile. You blushed with a small giggle. “Nothing!” You said teasing. Standing up from the table, emptying the rest of your leftover pasta into a pot. Heading to the sink to wash your dish. Johnny scooted out of his chair and followed.

He dropped his food into the pot and sat his plate on the counter. You ran the water for a moment, squirting the soap onto the sponge. Behind you, he wrapped his arms around your waist. Kissing your neck and exposed shoulders.

You leaned into his touch, scrubbing the plate in front of you. You pressed your ass out, pushing it against his crotch. “Is this what you wanted to tell me?” He said pressing himself closer. You shook your head. “Johnny.” You said softly. You purposely drew out the situation just for the thrill. “I want you to cum in me.” You said nearly silent.

His movements were still a second. “Wait… Really? He said with almost a giggle. Like a child being told they were allowed to have a puppy. “Yes, Johnny.” You said setting the cleaned plates on the drying rack and twisting the sink off.

Mere seconds passing, he spun you around. Shoving your back against the ledge of the sink. Dipping down to your face to kiss you. His hands gripping onto your waist. You kissed him back, bringing your hands up to caress your face.

You pulled back with a small. “Calm down killer. You’re hurting my back on the sink.” You said giggling. He chuckled and stepped back. Letting you adjust your back. “If I had known I would’ve worn my cute g-string!” Johnny joked.

You sneered. “I’ll pass on that one.” You said walking towards the bedroom. You could feel the excitement radiating off of him. He had been waiting for this moment for months. Johnny entered the room behind you, shutting the door. You turned towards him and backed away slowly.

Your legs hit the front of the bed. He approached, pulling the shirt off of your body. He smiled wide. A smile that was almost always plastered across his face. You reached out and pulled off his own. Revealing his toned chest. He backed away a couple feet.

“Let’s not waste time honey. I know exactly what I want, and went I want it. I want you. Now. Get those clothes off.” He said beginning to unbutton his pants. He sent shivers down your body. You did what he said, and wasted no time. Sliding down your jeans, and slipping down your underwear. Looking up, all that he was left in was his boxers.

He grabbed your waist, pulling you close to his warm body. Resting his forehead against your own. He was significantly taller than you, his head tilting down to you. He shifted his face and began to kiss you. Immediately entering your mouth with his tongue. You explored each other’s body’s like you always did.

Though the interactions were more aggressive- more- yearning. You couldn’t wait any longer. You tugged his boxers down, and he took this as an invitation to remove your shirt and bra. Both of you struggled to shimmy off your articles of clothing but now left skin to skin. The warmth of your body’s burning each other.

You two backed against the bed, hitting the edge. He smiled and gently laid you against the made sheets. Soft against your bare back. The smiles shared between you two were genuine, and full of anticipation. He inched his way on top of you finding a comfortable position.

You knew he would start out gentle, inevitably leaving you a sore mess. He clicked his tongue and grabbed a pillow from behind you. Making sure both your head and lower back was supported.

Kneeling down into you he traced his fingers around your curves. He slowly pushed himself inside. A brand new sensation you had never experienced before. Thankfully with the grown anticipation, you were unbelievably soaked. Making his entry smooth.

His mouth just barely agape as he fully entered. “Wow.” was all he could mutter. You snickered at the dorky look on his face. Though admittedly just feeling him inside of you, entirely bare, was enough to make you howl.

His arms caged around your sides as he was inches away from your face. His warm breath tickling your nose. He began to pump. A slow pace for a start, but he was never patient.

As he picked up on his pace, your eyes were locked with his. Trying your best not to change expression. Johnny pushed himself deep and hard. Grunting every now and then when he changed pace. “Does it feel good sweetie?’ He whispered, a smile still wide across his face.

You nodded your head in response, hoping for something more. Noticing your lack of expression, he pulled out of you. He took your left breast into his mouth, and your right was graced with his twiddling fingers. Switching breasts he sucked and licked you in contentment.

He pulled away from you, standing up. He grabbed at his aching cock, and gave it a pump. Biting down on his lip as he admired your body.

He reached a hand out for you to grab, not saying anything. Giving a confused look you took his help and stood off the bed. He let go of your hand and stepped away from the foot of the bed. “You’re really going to feel it now. Get on that bed and arch for Johnny.” He said stepping over to you, giving you a firm smack.

You couldn’t help but giggle, and by that point, Johnny completely lost his composure. Letting out a hardy laugh. “I can’t take this so seriously! But god you’re fucking sexy.” He said rubbing his hands together in a silly manner.

You rolled your eyes and made your way back onto the bed. You got down on your hands and knees and arched your back as far as it would give. Pressing your face into the pillow. “Thatt’s it.” He said pressing his knee’s into the bed.

As you felt the weight shift, the anticipation that was long growing in you was ready to burst. He grabbed at your waist and shifted you until you were lined up with him. He was a lot larger than you, making for easy access to his favorite parts of you. He pressed inside of you rubbing your sides.

Though this time he wasn’t going to be gentle, nor slow. He slammed in and out. Scraping his nails along your figure. Pressing his head against your side. He rocked your body into him as he kept his pace. You screamed in pleasure, soaking the pillow you rested your face on.

For the first time you had heard Johnny moaning and howling almost as loud as you. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so fucking long.” He said grasping for your hanging breasts. Squeezing one with one hand, using the other to press bruises into your side.

"I've never felt you so soaked. You really wanted this huh? I bet you've wanted to feel my bare dick sooo fucking bad." He said with a strained laugh.

You grunted in response. Finding it hard to hang onto your breath. "I'm going to make sure you're fucking dripping with my cum baby." He said squeezing you harder.

Neither of you lasted very long. Screaming each other's names, almost drowning out the wet sounds of you both. As he nearly came to his edge, he bit into your shoulder. Making you cry out in painful pleasure.

“I’m going to fucking cum..” He grunted, pressing himself as deep as he could. As he hit your sweet spot, you thrashed in pleasure. Needing to be held still as you screamed. You could feel his hot cum filling you, a strong pressure making you feel even more full.

He didn’t stop until you were overfull. Pulling out you leaked cum. Your ass was covered in handprints, and your pussy was swollen. Though it was the most satisfaction you had ever felt. “I’m so glad I had been saving that. If I had any idea you were planning this I would’ve made it much more special.” Johnny said heading into the closet for a towel. “Rammed you harder than any bull that’s ever rammed me.” Johnny giggled. You sighed with a laugh. Relaxing your back, and laying on your stomach. Your body throbbed, but god. It was so worth it.

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