#brat bam margera

[1800miserablethot]

I’ve seen others make these head cannons and I was looking at your page and it made me think about what your head cannons would be for the jackass crew/ Viva La Bam. Like what would they do if they saw someone flirting with you, or what they would be into, etc XD

Stop because I think of this shit ALL the time

First, we have to obviously start with Bam.

Bam just like all the other fanfics he is the sub. How this man acted on Viva La Bam gives clear sub vibes. I don't even know where to begin tbh, but I do know one this is for sure he wants ALL of your attention. Have it be you're watching him do a stunt or a prank or whatever, he would drag you along everywhere just like he did Ryan.

Starting off sweet he would secretly be a cuddler, when it’s finally quiet at night (though it never is on that show) he would be curled up against you like a damn cat just sleeping away. I feel like he would constantly kiss you until he falls asleep, lazy sweet ones. He’s a nuzzler for sure, his face is always in your neck or hair.

During the daytime again he's an attention whore, where ever he is you're most likely next to him. If he gets hurt during a stunt you're the first one to him, or you’re the first one he wants by his side. Now if you get hurt then the stunts are over, he's cussing out everyone and anything that's in his way of you. You would have to calm him down afterward because he can't bear the thought of losing you or even seeing you hurt.

Jealousy, he would get very possessive. But not in a dom way, he would probably cuddle against you, start kissing your neck, or try to drag you off, etc to gain your attention back to him. He would jump into the convo and talk about himself a lot but not in a cocky way, but in a take, a hint [Y/N] is mine type of way and try to bore said person of the convo in hopes they leave.

He's a brat so he's going to do anything and everything to push your buttons. Have it be from talking back at you, doing stunts you said no to, flirting with others a bit/ letting others get touchy at like fan meets, etc (but god forbid someone gets touchy with you) especially by always flashing his navel tattoo on his lower hips. But when it comes to the bedroom/ punishment oh that bratty attitude turns into a good boy one REAL quickly. He's practically begging for forgiveness before you two even start, but you don't fall for it. By the end of the night, he's most likely going to be hoarse in the voice from screaming out your name and pleading/ begging. When he's a brat for punishment you edge him multiple times/hours until even your fingertip against his leaking cock has him sobbing and almost blowing his load. If you two are in public though you take him to a hidden area and have him get on his knees and finish you off but you don't allow him to finish so he's walking around all day with a raging one. Or perhaps if he's been REALLY bad you have him grind against your foot or leg like a dog because 99% of the time that's what he acts like lol. By the time you finally let him finish against your leg/foot his pants/boxers are already soaked with precum etc from holding back for so long. And when he does finish he has the prettiest face, I mean mouth is open, tongue out, eyes rolling and closing (unless you make him look at you while he cums) again he's a dog.

ALSO, I'll die on the hill of Bam loves when you mark him on his stomach and navel where his tattoo is so he can flaunt the marks off.

Ryan Dunn (my second hubby)

Start off sweet: Ryan is touchy af (I mean just go watch vids of him and or pictures) He’s always got an arm around you, holding your hand, kissing you, etc. He's not shy and if someone tries to hate or tease depending on who they are he either tells them to fuck off or he’s about to beat their face in. When you too are alone I feel like he would be a cuddler too but he would be the big spoon, but he loves to have your hands in his hair. (if his friends found out he's fighting for his life in the GC) again he loves kisses and affection, he's a big softy.

Jealousy wise if he sees someone flirting with you he does the opposite of Bam, he goes straight up to them and tells them to fuck off. Sometimes he has fun with them and plays along like “Yeah he really is hot huh?” and then the person would be like “Yeah wouldn't mind tapping that” and Ryan would reply “Same, that’s why I do every night” or something like that. He's very protective of you in every shape way and form. He's the one who’s stopping you from doing stunts he thinks are too dangerous.

Bedroom wise he's on top, (I feel like his favorite position is doggy because Mall of Bam just explains it) I can't picture him being bottom unless he tops from bottom but then again he's not full-on bottoming. (he thinks it’ll hurt so he's a pussy and doesn't want to try but if you put your mind to it you probably could convince him) When your “on top” it's you two grinding against each other and you talking good to him while in a heavy make-out session which has him breathy and moaning quietly while he nods and agrees to what you're saying until he has enough and flips y'alls position. During certain activities, he praises you while degrading you but not too harshly other wise he’ll end up feeling bad lol. Let's say you do convince him to “bottom” it's probably you giving him a bj and he's begging you softly to let him finish. Because you don't get him like that often so you take full advantage, (though a dirty fantasy is having him fully submit to you one day)

Chris Raab Himself

Chris would be so chill like he has 100% trust in you, if someone tries to flirt with you he’ll make a joke and be like “Yo dude I had [Y/N] first!” and you too would laugh, he loves hugging you and just randomly grabbing your face to plant one on you. He's not very affectionate but that's because he doesn't know how to lol but he tries (he was the type of kid to bring you a frog because he thought you’d like it) if you wipe out on a stunt or get hurt he’ll help you up and laugh while asking if you're okay but if he sees that you're truly hurting he’ll start to panic a bit.

He doesn't really get jealous he’ll just laugh and probably encourage the person who's trying to flirt with you because he finds it funny.

In the bedroom he is not the top I mean he's small af and how he acts does not give top vibes like he has sm bbg energy it makes me sick. He may not be as loud as bam would be but he does whimper and beg I can tell you that, I feel like he's the type of person to finish early but I also feel like he's the type to cum multiple times. So you’ll tease him seeing how many times you could make him. I feel like he wouldn't be a cuddler (or if he was he wouldn't admit it) but when y'all do he tries to big spoon but obviously that doesn't happen lol, he's very sweet though and gives lots of hugs and kisses to your cheek.

I also think he's vanilla af, but only because he hasn't tried kinkier things so that could be fun to see what he likes

Dico

He's just like a regular guy like idk how to explain lol. He's not kinky at all, he’ll like a heavy make-out session though.

He won't get jealous he's kinda like Raab hell both of them probably would be laughing. He's always joking, but when you two are alone and nothing chaotic is happening you two just lay in bed and talk, little bit of cuddling yk but not too much. I really don't have much more because I see him more as a friend.

[tonymarias]

These gay bitches

[babybammargera]

Jackass/CKY Masterlist

(Yes there is a lot of bam content but I write for the others and requests are open)

Bam

Home sweet home 

Brandon the brat

Nightmare slayer Margera

From best friend to girlfriend hc

Monster house

carving pumpkins Hc

Chores with menace bf Bam

Camp CKY

Finally

Highway to him

Things bf Bam does for the sole purpose of annoying you

Lazy days with boyfriend Bam

Smoking with Bam Hc

Bam tattoos (kinda smutty) Hc

Sleeping with/next to Bam

Bam reacting to you getting hurt while skating

Spending Halloween with Bam

Bf Bam Hc

Friends to lovers 

You're supposed to be rivals.

You're supposed to be rivals pt. 2

Jackass crewmember 

grunge chick hc

Doodles n Drives

The boys when you wear heavy makeup/do their makeup

The boys if you get hurt during a stunt hc

The boys on haunted attraction dates

Jackass stink

Jackass dreams

Part 7

Part 6

Part 5

Part 4

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

CKY Crewmember

Bam and Dunn reacting to you crying over a boy

Ry and Bam being your besties during Viva La Bam

Growing up with Ryan and Bam hc

Picnic dates Ryan Raab Dico

Raab

Pranking Vito

First date jitters

Ryan Dunn

Trick or treat

Dating Dunn as Knoxvilles sister

Ryan teaching you how to drive stick

Halloween with best friend Ryan

Offroad adventures 

Dico

First date

Weekend away

Johnny Knoxville

Dating Knox but Bam and Ryan are your best friends

Sick days

Dating OG member 

Bf HC

Ehren 

Cky member dating Ehren

Knight with a dumb haircut.

When in Paris

Steveo

Cliff diving

Jeff Tremaine 

boyfriend Tremaine 

Bf hc

Party boy

Boyfriend Pontius

Let's party

Lifeguards on duty

Spike

he loves you

dating spike

Dating spike 3

Dave

ouch

[urlocalwhor3]

Submissive ! Bam Margera HCS

sub bam is my everything <3

The way he’d be a little quieter than normal when he’s feeling desperate for your attention, trying to get as close to you as possible and wanting for you to press soft kisses to his skin or play with his hair.

He’d have that glazed over look in his eyes, with his pupils all dilated and silently pleading for you to take care of him.

If he’s feeling really overwhelmed he’d get kinda teary and flushed from embarrassment, just needing you to hold him and whisper gentle praises to him for a little while to keep him grounded.

He’d be so precious I can’t even.

He loves when you slip a hand under his shirt to trace over his tattoos, trembling against you when you tease over the heartagram one along his torso.

‘Does that make you hard baby?’

You already know he’s a little brat, but I think there’d be occasions where he’s just so in that headspace and so soft when he’s with you.

He’d have times after a rough day where he feels like he’s slipping under on set, getting close to tears over little things. I think he’d need some time alone with you away from all the commotion to calm down a bit.

Although a lot of your relationship with Bam is kept private, most of the crew can tell when he’s feeling more ‘delicate’ than usual, as they put it. They don’t really mention it but they know to be a little gentler with him if he’s like that.

He gets kinda shy and flustered when you call him ‘honey’ or ‘baby.’ He’d never admit it to you but he loves it when you call him ‘Bambi.’

I think he’d enjoy being degraded and handled rough at times, but for him nothing compares to being softly praised and told he’s a ‘good boy.’

When he’s overstimulated or just feeling particularly overwhelmed, he’d just want to lay back against your chest while you coax him through an orgasm.

He’d burry his head into your neck, whimpering into your skin and bucking his hips up into your fist, unable to control himself. The quiet hitch in his breath when you rub at his tip.

‘You’re ok sweetheart. Shhh.’

He can’t get enough of you tugging and pulling at his hair. He’d let his head fall back from the mix of pain and pleasure while you suck dark bruises into his neck.

The sight of his skin littered in marks would just be… god.

Bam is such a pillow princess. I don’t make the rules. He’d lay there with his eyes glassy and his cheeks tinted pink, letting out soft whimpers and the occasional ‘please’ while he clutches onto your hand.

He goes quiet when you call him pretty, not wanting you to know how much it affects him.

Thigh grinding. I mean there’s no words. He’d have such a thing for getting himself so desperate and worked up to the point of needing to rut against you. He’d let his head lull forward onto your shoulder while he rolls his hips and moans all breathy.

The way he’d cry when he’s getting close, tears rolling down his cheeks and trembling at the feeling. You’d let your tongues roll together, biting at his bottom lip and letting him whine into your mouth.

‘You gonna cum honey?‘

The image of him trembling and shaking in your arms, choking on whimpers as he falls over the edge… bye. You’d whisper quiet praises to him and kiss at the tears on his cheeks, letting him come down from everything.

The sight of him all flushed and wrecked, the only sound being his little hiccups. I’m done.

[69bitterbeingz]

IF YOU'RE GONNA BE DUMB || CH. 3

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DISCLAIMER: This is a reupload from my prev account! best to follow the fic through ao3 [linked below] to avoid any future issues PAIRINGS - johnny knoxville, bam margera, steve-o, chris pontius, ryan dunn x female reader WARNINGS - swearing, drinking, a little suggestive

ao3 version

In the end you didn’t make it to the bar, and apparently that was a controversial decision.

You didn’t actually remember when you passed out last night, but you woke up on your sofa at 11am, disoriented and exhausted. This had to be the earliest you’ve woken up in months , must have knocked out early because of the blow to your head. Through the bleary just-woke-up haze, you heard activity coming from your kitchen, making your ears perk. Someone was in your kitchen? You sure as hell didn’t bring anyone back from that shoot yesterday…

“Mila…?” You guessed.

“Nah, Dan.”

Yay, not an intruder! Your bones creaked miserably as you went from the sofa to the kitchen, but you always feel like that first thing in the morning. Dan was your drummer and a friend from secondary school - long black hair, odd braids twisted into his locks here and there. His hazel eyes always looked sunken, like he never caught a wink of sleep, but his slightly tanned skin hid it well. Like any metal artist, he had countless piercings and tattoos - you were always jealous of his coin slot mod in his ear, but never had the balls to get it done, even when he offered to give you one himself. Despite his appearance, Dan was incredibly gentle and soft spoken, but people always thought him some kind of tough guy . Maybe his stature didn’t help. At this moment in time, Dan was waiting for his tea to steep.

“I would’ve made you a coffee, but I didn’t think you’d be awake for another few hours.” He excused himself, his geordie accent especially thick [or maybe it just felt that way after a week of not seeing him]. You shrugged, rubbing your eye with the heel of your palm.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, I’ll just go get one later.” You leaned against the counter, looking around for his partner. “Where’s Mila?”

“He went to bed as soon as we got back, you know what he’s like.”

Mila, lead guitar, Dan’s beloved [ick][just kidding]. Since Dan is a couple years older than you, he actually finished university, unlike you, which is where he met Mila. Mila was more of a pretty boy, blonde hair pulled back into a short spiky ponytail, with deep brown eyes and a permanent scowl. He was a little taller than Dan, covered in scars and homemade tattoos & piercings. It seems like every night of drinking he comes back with a new one of the three - you tell him he’s shit at all of them, but he’s nothing if not stubborn. Guess he’s a little like you in terms of his brash personality and ‘ fuck you I can totally do it’ attitude. Dan’s even offered to give the guy self defense lessons, but he’s too proud to take them. Idiot. 

“By the way–” Dan’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Your phone was ringing earlier, few times really. Dunno who’s trying to get hold of you but you should probably ring back.”

Oh? 

Before you could forget, you scurried back into the living room and picked up your flip-phone, checking your missed calls. Two from the same guy, one from last night and one this morning - Chris. Did you remember to text him? You sucked the air through your teeth, probably not. You hit redial and fell back onto the sofa; as Chris picked up, Dan shuffled in the room to nose into your conversation.

“Hey, just woke up.”

“ Morning, just checking in. How’s the head?”

“Good, no complaints.” You leaned forward, rubbing your forehead. “Look, sorry I didn’t turn up to the bar last night.”

“ You abandoned us, I was hoping you’d show up.” You could hear his puppy dog eyes. “ Bam said you were wussing out, but he forgot about it a few beers in. I think he’s bitter you ditched him.”

You scoffed, a little unamused, a little flattered. “Brat. Whatever, I wasn’t gonna drink in case it killed my brain. I stand by that decision.”

“ If your head’s better then come out tonight! C’mooooon, you owe us for last night!” 

The anxious side of you wanted you to be cautious, maybe not go out for a few more nights just to make sure you don’t do any lasting damage. But where’s the fun in that?

“Alright fine, you’ve convinced me.”

“ Yes!! Awesome, I’ll text you the address for the place, we’ll meet at 7! We should go clubbing after, too.”

“Sure, 7pm, got it.”

“ Okay okay, I gotta go but I’ll see you tonight!”

He hung up pretty immediately after that, and putting your phone back down was Dan’s cue.

“...Have I missed something? You don’t have friends.”

“What about you guys? And Valo?” You defended, but he wasn’t convinced. 

“So who was that…? Did you actually put yourself out there?”

“Fine…” You fiddled with your hands. “I went to Ville’s show a couple weeks back, and he had one of his friends backstage, a guy called Bam.”

As soon as you said Bam’s name, Dan’s attention was grabbed.

“Bam Margera?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You know the guy?”

“Yeah, he was in those CKY tapes I showed you ages ago!”

“Oh…” You trailed off. “...I thought I recognised him from that new MTV show.”

“Go on!”

“Fine, anyway, we drank all night, went clubbing, got kicked out and a little beat up, then told me to come to the Jackass set. Did that yesterday and met like… 5 other guys. Even Tony was there.” You looked up at the ceiling as you tried to remember the name of the other guy you met. “I met the director too… Tremaine I think.”

Dan’s jaw damn near dropped .

“Jeff Tremaine? Big Brother Jeff Tremaine? Bloody hell if I knew that stupid show had Tremaine behind it I would’ve watched it.”

You raised your eyebrow. “Y’know, I don’t remember you being such a skater boy mega fan? I thought you were just super into the magazines.”

“Eh…” Dan sheepishly looked down at his mug of tea, drumming his fingers over the porcelain. “...Mila’s a bit of a skater boy.”

“Mila’s whatever the fuck he thinks is cool that week. He’s a chameleon.” You tossed your phone aside and kicked up your legs to recline on the sofa. “Last I checked he was a 'true punk', his words.” Dan didn’t respond, just switched on the TV and started flicking through channels. The mindless slog of the day had begun, much earlier than you were used to.

“So which of those five guys called you?” He kept the conversation going since clearly your brain hadn't started functioning properly yet. You grinned as Bunny’s face popped into your head.

“Guy called Chris Pontius, he’s sweet, likes dressing in little bikinis. He invited me out to a bar, so… guess that’s what I’m doing tonight.”

Dan smiled at you, eventually settling on Comedy Central and taking a sip of his tea. “It’s good to see you getting out the house, y’know? Glad you made some friends.”

You scoffed, hanging your head over the arm of the sofa. “Man, way to make me sound fuckin’ pathetic. Thanks mum.”

“What are you gonna do for the next 9 hours?”

Christ. 9 fucking hours? No way were you waiting that long. With a huff, you swung your legs off of the sofa to stand up, pocketing your phone on the way. 

“Shower, then I’m sleeping for 8 more hours.”

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You were mostly kidding about sleeping that long, but lo and behold, 8 hours later you woke up to your cell phone ringing. Hazy and bleary eyed, you patted around for the little device lost in the sea of your duvet. Lucky for whoever was bothering you, you found it before it rang out.

“Unh, hello…?”

“ Did you just wake up? It’s fuckin’ 7pm.”

“Bam…?”

“ Get your ass out of bed, we’re picking you up. Where do you live?”

“...Uh, my mother told me not to give my address to strange men.”

“ Haha, c’mon already we’re already driving.”

“Fine, fine.”

As you relayed your address, you could hear general commotion in the background, the incessant snickering of mischievous daredevils. He hung up pretty immediately after, leaving you to get your shit together in time for their arrival. At least you had the good mind to shower before you knocked out, cut down your prep time by a solid hour. By the time the doorbell was ringing, you only just finished getting ready. You gave yourself a once over in the mirror - an old black slip dress with lace trim, ripped-to-shit fishnets, chunky demonias and a red leather jacket. To top it off, you had a silver ring on every finger [you remember Dan once said they were like knuckle dusters]. It was about time you left, if those assholes keep jamming the doorbell like that it’d break. Mila and Dan were cuddled up on the sofa when you ran down the stairs, almost tripping and eating shit when you stepped on your wedge platform wrong. They both waved you off as you ran for the door.

“Have fun.”

“Be back before 11, young lady!”

“Fuck off, Mila.” You yelled back, throwing open the door to see Bam about to spam the bell again. You grabbed his wrist before he got the chance. “Don’t.”

“Nice to see you, sleeping beauty. Let’s go.” 

Bam dragged you out of your driveway to the beat up Toyota Tacoma parked on the street, Chris waving at you from the driver seat. He stuck his head out the rolled down window to greet you with a goofy smile. “Wow, you look exhausted, your head still good?” 

In response, you smiled and knocked on the side of your head. “Good as it’ll ever be.”

“Awesome! Go on, get in!” But as soon as the back seat door swung open, you noticed a problem.

“Uh. Chris there’s only space for three back here.”

“No way, you can totally get four in.” Steve-O insisted, but you doubted it, it wasn’t exactly the biggest car in the world. Sensing your resistance, Bam clapped a hand on your shoulder.

“Guess somebody’s gotta sit on somebody else’s lap.”

His suggestion triggered everyone to start giggling like shitty teenagers, but like hell were you agreeing to what he was thinking of. Wordlessly, you pushed Bam aside and sat next to Steve. At first, Bam seemed confused, but he caught on when you patted your thighs.

“Get your ass in here, Margera.”

And that had them cackling . Johnny was holding his stomach in the front seat like it was the funniest shit ever, but he didn’t have the privilege of seeing Bam fidget and blush. You get why they pick on each other now, it was kinda fun to watch someone squirm. 

“Seriously?” He whined, and you nodded with a smirk. Defeated, hesitant and knowing he’d never hear the end of it, he climbed in and perched in your lap, having to uncomfortably crane his head to accommodate the low ceiling. “I can’t believe this shit.”

“Smile!”

“What?!”

Bam had just a second to react before Ryan snapped a picture on a throwaway kodak.

“Dude, come on!” Bam hissed, but you bumped your leg up to get him to shut up.

“It was your idea, Bammy.” The childish name you gave him didn’t help the red on his cheeks, though there wasn’t much he could really do other than hope the ride passed quickly. You screwed your nose up as you took note of the car’s smell.

“Aw Christ, it fuckin’ stinks in here.” You complained, and Johnny snickered.

“Probably Chris’ jockstraps in the back.”

“His–!” You kicked the back of Chris’ seat, making him laugh. “Why the fuck do you keep your jockstraps in here?”

Chris tried to explain through his giggles, “I fucking live here, man!”

“You live in your car…? Guess the smell makes sense then.”

Mercifully, the ride to the bar was pretty quick, though a lot more eventful than it should be. As fun as these guys are, you’re not sure you ever want to be in an enclosed space with them ever again. Bam was first out [can’t imagine why he was so desperate to get out], followed by the rest of you. The bar they had chosen looked like a pretty hole-in-the-wall place, kinda seedy, but you could get behind that. The music was so loud you could hear it from outside, thank god they were playing something good. As you followed the group in, an arm suddenly threw itself around your shoulders and drew you into a tall body.

“You ever been here before?” Johnny asked, raising his voice so he had a chance of being heard over the music. You shook your head, and he smiled. “Don’t worry, you’ll get acquainted real soon.” For whatever reason, the way he said that sent a shiver down your spine, and when he left your side to join the others at the bar you felt… disappointed. Dammit, stop thinking like that, you barely met this guy. You shook the feeling away and joined them as well, taking a seat on the other side of Chris as they ordered a round of tequila shots. He was quick to replace Johnny, throwing his arm over you and pulling you in close.

“You guys don’t start easy, huh?” You asked, the shots already set down in front of the six of you with a bowl of lime wedges and a salt shaker. Chris snorted, squeezing your shoulder.

“We started hours ago. C’mon, set up.” He offered you the salt shaker, so you smiled and licked the side of your hand. On went the salt, then you passed it down the line; once Ryan was done at the end of that line, everyone raised their shot glass, and you fumbled to follow along. 

“ Prost! ” Steve-O cheered, then down the hatch. You all followed suit, quickly sucking the lime after as you cringed at the tequila taste. You never liked spirits all that much - you couldn’t get over that perfume taste - but hell, you’ll drink whatever’s set in front of you. Again, Chris ended up leaning against you, a dopey grin on his face.

“You’re one of us now, [Y/n].” There was a boyish giddiness in his voice that made you smile, and you glanced back at the others, Bam already smacking Dunn’s arm for god knows what. There was an air of comradery among them, one you didn’t quite feel at the shoot yesterday, but you definitely felt it now. It was infectious, too, encouraging you to flag down the bartender.

“Can I get six kamikazes?” The bartender nodded, quick to set up the shots. Johnny playfully punched your shoulder, stealing away your attention.

“Ain’t that sweet? Buying a round for a buncha guys you just met?”

“Actually they’re for me.” 

Johnny barked out a laugh, while Bam booed and said something along the lines of ‘fucking alcoholic’. Six more shots in your hands, and Johnny nudged you with a look. Was it your turn to cheers? You only knew one interesting one. So, you raised your shot glass, the others following like before, and with a tilt of your glass you called:

“ Payehali! ”

Down the hatch. Kamikazes are way easier to stomach. Steve-O leaned forward to look past Johnny. “What does that mean?”

“God knows, some Russian guy taught me that a couple years back.”

“I should remember that for the next time Dimitry comes out with us.” Johnny commented, some murmurs of agreement as you guessed that was yet another man you’re yet to meet. Things continued in that fashion: a round of shots, somebody gets to show off some cool cheers, rinse and repeat. After 5 rounds, the group started to splinter - some took an interest in darts, some in pool - for now, you were trying to aim a dart while your head felt full of cotton.

“Just throw it already!” Bam called out, beer bottle rim pressed to his lips. You scowled, waving him off.

“ Shuddup! I’m seein’ double here…”

“Already?! Christ, you’re a fucking lightweight.”

“You can’t talk.” Johnny cut in, cracking a smile when Bam glared at him.

“What’re you talking about?? I’m not a goddamn lightweight.”

“You’re just as drunk as her. Look, you’re wobbling like a fawn fresh out the womb.” He cackled as he pushed Bam’s shoulder, enough to throw him off balance. All the background noise seemed to blend together as you focused all your brain power on that goddamn dart board. One eye closed and tongue poking out the side of your mouth, you decided fuck it and just tossed it. The dart lodged itself in the cork near the bottom, but you victoriously fist bumped nonetheless.

“What’re you celebrating for?” Bam asked, stumbling forward and practically crashing into your shoulder. Rolling your eyes, you jabbed his shoulder.

“It hit the board, didn’t it?” 

“Yeah, unlike the last 5 darts.”

“So? a win’s a win.”

Bam downed the rest of his beer and plucked out the dart from the board. “Watch ‘n learn.”

Meanwhile, Johnny was more interested in watching you than Bam, leaning against a table with a beer in hand. You stood back with him, shoulders nearly brushing, and he smiled down at you.

“You seem comfortable.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I mean ’m half pissed so…” You glanced at up at him then back at your glass, swirling the liquid.

“Just mentioning it, you seemed a little stand-offish yesterday, nice to see you loosen up.”

“Hard not to with a gin and tonic.”

Johnny nodded, took a swig then set down his bottle. “You know you put on a great show yesterday. I was a li’l concerned when you took that hit, you had this crazed look in your eye. Still surprised you got back up with no helmet.” Ohhh yeah, the ramp. You still remembered the buzz in your chest as you stared up at the sky, blood pumping like never before. You shrugged, sipping your drink.

“I don’t know, adrenaline felt pretty cool, plus I wanted to show up Margera.” You clumsily motioned to Bam with your glass, spilling some of your drink over the side. On cue, he yelled ‘fuck!’, the dart just missing the board.

“I win, loser buys me a drink.” Johnny grinned. “[Y/n], that’s you.”

“Fuck this, gonna go find Ryan.” With that, Bam was gone. Johnny followed you to the bar where the conversation continued.

“We got some great footage - the wipeout, the way you bombed into the lake.” He laughed as he thought back on it, grabbing his new beer. For a moment, you were too focused on his smile to pay attention to what he was saying. “By the way, Jeff wanted to ask if we could put it in the show, but you disappeared.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Oh… sure, I don’ care.”

“I didn’t think you would.” 

Usually, the booze would make it much easier for you to talk by this point, but somehow Johnny still made you nervous. What about him made you so nervous…? 

“You should come by more often, ‘specially if you pull more shit like that. Impulse is welcome ‘round here.” Maybe it was the drink making your hearing weird, but you swear his southern drawl was a lot thicker 6 drinks deep. Then you realised that he was inviting you back to set, maybe even accepting you into his crazy little group. Though a part of you was apprehensive, a lot more of you was excited, like you had accomplished something. When did you suddenly get so hung up on someone else's approval? You’ve never really been one to want to be included… you guess the drink makes you vulnerable. Or at least you preferred that excuse.

“Fuck it, I’m down! I’ll do anything if it’s fun.” You chuckled to yourself, and knocked back the rest of your drink. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He got up from his stool, nudging your shoulder with his cold bottle. “‘M going for a piss.”

And off he goes; like hell you were waiting around on your own. You scanned the bar for any of the other familiar faces, then spotted Chris and Steve-O at the pool table. Unsteady on your feet, you abandoned the bar and crossed over to the dingy corner as Steve-O polished the end of his pool cue.

“[Y/n]!” Chris greeted, pulling you in with an arm around your shoulders. “Play a game with us!”

“You any good at pool?” Steve-O asked, and you shrugged.

“Decent.”

“Good enough, here.” He handed you the long cue, almost smacking you across the face with it. Ryan ended up joining the game on Chris’ side, but somehow you and Steve-O won, despite you barely remembering the rules and confusing them with snooker rules half the time. You and Steve whooped, clinking your beer bottles and basking in the glory.

“Fuck darts, I’m playing pool for the rest of my life!”

Steve-O pointed at the guys on the other side of the table, slamming back their drinks like their lives depended on it. “Loser shoves the cue up his ass.”

Ryan immediately left, while Chris giggled and twirled his hair. “Maybe if you take me out to dinner first!”

“Chris, I’ll give you five bucks if you do it.” You were only half joking.

“Five bucks?”

“Yeah, for the whole thing.”

“ The–” Chris was howling at just the idea of it. “The whole thing? Up my ass?”

“C’mon Chris, I’ve seen you take more.” Steve-O couldn’t stop grinning like a maniac, and soon it was suggested another round was gotten in before the next game. Then another, and another. Eventually, you never did get around to another game. You lost count of how many drinks later it was, but everyone got kicked out for unruly conduct - it was either because Bam was trying to pick a fight with a random drunk or because Chris dropped his pants to get started on that pool cue. Either way, you arguing with security didn’t help anyone’s case. At least they didn’t care enough to take your beers, that would be tragic.

“ Fuckin’ asshole .” You hissed under your breath, and Bam pushed you.

“You’ve gotta stop fucking doing that.”

“Whatever, let’s just go clubbing! It was getting boring anyway.” Everyone seemed to agree with Pontius, and despite barely seeing straight, you thought it was a great idea too. You all paraded down the street, loudly singing a Johnny Cash song, generally being a public nuisance. Somebody stumbled into you, and next thing you know, Ryan was next to you. 

"You really kicked our asses at pool, huh?"

"I don't know how, swear that was a total flook, didn't know what I was fuckin' doing." You chuckled to yourself as you raised your beer to your lips, then realised you'd already drank it all so dropped it on the pavement. "Barely saw you for most of the night."

"Yeah, Bam needs a lotta attention." The blonde looked you up and down, then nodded his head towards Bam down the front of the group. "Y'know he doesn't shut up about you?"

You raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"Honestly it's fuckin' annoying. Makes me think I'm missing out or something."

Without thinking, you blurted out, "Gimme your number 'n I can keep you clued in." Ryan was clearly taken aback - after all, kind of forward for someone he just met - but you barely noticed, to wasted to pick up on pretty much anything at this point. He seemed to hesitate, but ultimately held out his hand for you to hand your phone over.

"...Alright, what the hell."

It was quick; luckily, he was marginally less drunk than the rest of them, so small buttons weren't really an issue at that time. When he handed back the device, you gave him a wide grin, like you'd tricked him into something. With that, he nodded at you and went ahead to join his best friend. You toyed with the weight of your phone in your hand, watching the charms jostle - still smiling like an idiot. Three down.

[welcometojackass2022]

Rules for Requesting Jackass/CKY Crew Fics

Just realized I should probably have one of these so y’all know my rules! I’ll link this at the top of my masterlist, which is pinned on my page.

I’ll accept requests through asks or DMs, whichever one you’re more comfortable with. Please give as many details as you can, so I can guarantee you’ll enjoy the fic and that I won’t write something you don’t like.

My fics are all mainly cis female reader fics, as I’m a cis woman and that’s what I’m most experienced with. I’m very firm about that for my smut fics but I’m open to potentially writing non-smut fics or headcanons for male readers or readers without a specified gender.

For smut, here’s the kinks I will NOT write for: choking (I just don’t know how to make it sexy lmfao), age play or age regression, scat, piss for the most part (honestly just message me directly and tell me what you have in mind and I’ll tell you if I’ll write it or not), cock and bell torture, extreme pain play or anything even remotely resembling torture (think nipple clamps, abuse, violence, physically harming each other, etc), diapers/adult baby stuff, leather stuff/masks, bondage gear, and force-feeding/stuffing (I’ll totally write sex with chubby/fat characters tho).

For smut, here’s some kinks I’m totally into writing for: Sub/dom dynamics (mostly sub male dom woman but vice versa is fine too), light BDSM (handcuffs/arm restraints, gags, spanking, humiliation and degradation, praise, etc), public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, group sex/threesomes/sharing, pet names, insulting names, light slapping/light pain play, edging, use of sex toys (especially on men), punishment sex, cum play, slightly dirty/gross sex, brat taming, etc.

For angst, I won’t write about suicide, self harm, rape for drama, or someone’s death (unless the person is dead in real life and their death isn’t trivialized). However, I’m totally fine with writing angst that involves cheating, arguments/falling outs, and, my personal favorite, unrequited love/one sided pining.

I love fluff of all kinds and usually won’t have any issue with fluff requests!!

By default, none of my fics mention weight of the reader, but if you want to specify chubby reader then feel free! I’m chubby myself so I have no issue with chubby reader fics :)

I write for Johnny Knoxville, Chris Pontius, Steve-O, Ehren McGhehey, Dave England, Bam Margera, Ryan Dunn, Wee Man, Preston Lacy, Brandon Novak, Brandon DiCamillo (Dico), Raab Himself, Rake, Joe Frantz, and Jeff Tremaine. I’m not particularly interested in writing for any of the new Jackass members, but if someone requests it then I’ll try to. Stephanie Hodge and Missy Rothstein are two big crushes of mine so if you’re in the mood for WLW fics then feel free to request either of them for a female reader insert! I won’t write for Jenn Rivell x reader, but I have no issue using her as a character in one of my stories if she’s mentioned in the request. If there’s someone related to Jackass or CKY that I haven’t mentioned, just ask me about them and I’ll tell you if I’ll write for them!

I’ll totally write song fics (or at least fics based off of a song), and I actually love making playlists if any of you ever want to request a playlist of some kind!

Any fics I write that are not x reader fics (think like Bam x Johnny, etc) or fics with hardcore kinks that aren’t very common (I haven’t gotten any hardcore kinks yet so that doesn’t apply here so far) may or may not be published to ao3 instead of here, but I’ll still post the link on here if that’s the case.

I don’t write anything about pregnancy, childbirth or the reader having kids!

[therealpontius]

can you write some cute bam margera fluff where the reader and bam are laying in bed at his house and he isn’t being a lil brat 🙏

Goodnight…

This is really short sorry 🫶

“See ya boys” you hear bam say to his friends as they left. Today he wasnt filming so he had the day off, he had said to his friends hed probably throw a party or do some skating tricks to pass the time.

“Babbee?” You heard as he wandered around the house looking for you “im in bed bam!” Suddenly you heard thumping as he sprinted up the stairs, bursting through the door. “Hey sweetie, is everything okay?” You ask, putting your phone down, he nodded and climbed into the bed with you, resting his head on your shoulder “are you going skating?” “Na it was just so the boys could leave” you laugh alittle, putting your arms around him.

Softly he kissed your cheek “i love you so so much y/n, honestly you treat me like a king” “i only treat you how you should be treated babe” he snuggled in closer to your neck, yawning softly. “Are you tired?” “No?” He denied, you knew fine well he was but just didnt want to admit it.

You picked up your phone again and scrolled through the videos untill he eventually fell asleep on you, snoring into your ear quitley.

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (413): Thu 4th May 2023

I had Luna this morning and she got a good laugh out of repeatedly grabbing hold of the bottom of the sleeping bag I was wearing and dragging me off the sofa. I really hope that she's nearing the end of this phase where the thing she seems to find funniest in the world is me being in pain. I'm worried she's going to turn into the next Bam Margera and start getting her kicks from beating the shit out of me. Normally she want's to watch some stupid YouTube brat called A For Adalay but today I got a reprieve in the form of some stupid South Korean cartoon about two larvae that she wanted to watch for some reason. While she was watching this I booked myself a ticket to see the new Evil Dead Rising movie later on in the day. I still can't believe that I had never seen any of the original Evil Dead movies until this year. I've really been missing out and I think the first one might actually be the scariest film I've ever seen. I had a ticket for an 8:30 PM showing of the film but since I've got my trusty motorbike back I got there a little early. I popped into the casino to kill some time before the film started. I stuck £10 in the roulette machine and started putting bets on red / black for £2.50 a go. I started to win but eventually found myself back at £10 cashed out as it was nearly movie time. Just as I was about to leave I  remembered that I still had five pound coins in my bike trousers from when I paid that dickhead taxi driver the other day, decided to live a little and put it on 00. I watched in disbelief as the ball actually landed on 00 and I made a tiny profit of £180!! The only people more surprised than me where the two Chinese gentlemen sat next to me who started loudly pointing at the table and then at me as they exchanged words with each other that I actually couldn't understand but I'm guessing translated to "He just won £180 that lucky Jack the Ripper-looking bastard!". I left the casino absolutely fucking elated that I had just made more money than I would have made doing a days overtime and that the amount I had made had just covered the cost of my KISS ticket and my motorbike repair! I popped over to the movie theatre and remembered that since my diet doesn't start until tomorrow I could treat myself to some beautiful caramel flavoured popcorn (Hell with the cash I was carrying I could have bought the cinema's entire supply). There were only about a dozen other moviegoers in the screening room with me. I really can't remember the last time I went to see a movie where the theatre was actually packed with punters (I think it might have been the Adam Sandler film Bedtime Stories) but I'm not complaining because there's nothing I hate more than people. The movie was...okay I guess. Pretty much the same story as the first one except this time relocated to an apartment building instead of a log cabin. There were a surprisingly low amount of scares in the movie, even the jump scares didn't get that much of a reaction out of me. I genuinely thought about leaving half way through the movie because it just wasn't doing anything for my but I decided to stay and I'm glad I did because the rest of the movie was actually pretty goo. As with the original this film is very gory and surprisingly even though the protagonists are children not all of them make it out of this film alive which is unusual for a horror movie. The one thing I don't understand about horror movies about groups of friends being attacked in isolated places is what do the survivors tell the police at the end of these movies? The cops would have gone to the apartment after the events of the movie and seen that it was a bloodbath so I would assume that they would ask the survivors what happened and they would have to come up with something more concrete than "an evil book caused my family to get possessed and try to kill me so I had to woodchip them to death".

[margeraswrld]

I would love to hear all your Bam hc's x fem reader :)

bam margera x fem! reader hcs!

warnings - contains fluff, smut, & slight angst!(quite a bit of sub! bam, i hope you don’t mind)

plot - bam margera x fem! reader headcannons!

this man absolutely adores you, and there’s nothing he craves more than your attention

even if that means tackling you to get it

he does the dumbest stuff, and always wants to be sure that you’re watching for the worst of it

“dude, get y/n over here! she can’t miss this.”

after one of his attention grabs goes wrong, usually ending with a bloody nose or something of that nature, you’re always there to clean him up and tell him how much you loved his idiotic stunt - which always puts the dopiest smile on his face

“it was a sick stunt, babe! i just wish you landed it a little softer.”

“but you still think it was cool?”

“of course, super cool!”

he loves hearing that you’re proud of him, that you’re genuinely interested in what he does

bam’s obviously a pretty rowdy guy, but sometimes he just wants to relax and spend time with you

and when you guys do get to calm down, he’s all over you in every way he can be

when is he not, honestly?

rather it be cuddling up next to you while you watch tv, your fingers intertwined together as he traces random patterns over your palm, cracking a few bad jokes about whatever you guys are watching

or kissing you like it’s the last time he ever will, holding you against him like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t, crashing against you with pure love flowing through his veins

when things do get heated between you two, which isn’t a rare occurrence in your relationship, he loves letting you be in control

all of your attention directly on him while he clings to your every word, doing everything he can to keep your focus on him - even if that means acting like a complete brat long enough to simply get a rise out of you

he loves when you praise him, both inside and outside of the bedroom. he just loves to know that he’s doing what you want him to

you’re often whispering things like

“awh, bam, you’re being so good for me.”

“shhh, you like that, baby?”

“c’mon, bam, show me that you can be good, okay?”

and he MELTS!!!

the guys have overheard the two of you way more than you would like, and they aren’t shy with cracking jokes about it, either

“oh god, y/n! so good!”

“jesus, shut the hell up, knoxville.”

honestly, bam doesn’t mind everyone knowing how good you make him feel. he isn’t embarrassed of it at all

he wants everyone to know that you only want him. that only he can have you writhing in pleasure. that only he can be the center of your attention. that only he can be touched by you.

but, he won’t hesitate to tell the guys to shut the fuck up for your sake

speaking of the guys, he really does try his best not to get jealous when you’re around them (or any guy, for that matter), but sometimes he can’t help it

he just loves you so much, and he can’t even imagine what would happen if he wasn’t enough for you, if you found someone else

so he tries his best to be everything you need, even at his own expense

you’ve reassured him a thousand times that he’s the only one for you, that you’ll never love anyone else like you do him

and you truly mean it every single time

honestly, he’s pretty rough around the edges, but he’s really just a guy who only needs you to love him like he loves you

and, of course, you do

a/n - i may have gotten a bit carried away here, and i’m super sorry if this wasn’t what you wanted! once i started writing it just kept flowing haha! if you want something else or something more specific, feel free to request again!

[riotcontrolmargera]

submissive ! bam margera - HCs.

- bam loves attention. he craves it. he loves being in the dead centre of it and that is no different when it comes to the bedroom.

- he would definitely be a brat at times, that you would have to put back into his place — but he loves it, whether it be a slap across the face or a tight tug on his curls, he loves it. he wouldn't ever be too bratty for long.

- i just know that he would not be able to stay still, especially while you're teasing. he'd always be squirming or moving his hips up towards you, as a silent beg to be touched or for you to do something, anything.

- he would be so fucking vocal in bed too, you'd never have any doubts about if he is enjoying himself because he'll make it known that he is. it wouldn't be uncommon for the two of you to leave a TV on or have music playing from a stereo because of this and the house frequently having people in it... from moans, whispers, muttering your name under his breath, ect and oh god, his tone would shift when he's about to cum too. you'd always know when he's close to breaking.

- he'd definitely have a pain kink, i mean, look at what that man does for a living. he wouldn't mind you biting him, slapping him, pulling his hair, ect. hell, he'd probably beg for it on occasions, if he really needs it.

- he'd love being praised and told when he's being good. that's it, that's the section.

- he'd never admit it but he would love when you call him pretty, pretty boy, ect. i feel like it would make him flustered and slightly shy.

- whenever he has the chance, he would bury his head in your neck and you'd feel his heavy breathing against it.

- he'd always need to cuddle and have a nap afterwards, especially if it's a pretty intense session. he would also love when you trace his tattoos, play with his hair or rub his back.

first post on here and we are starting strong with a nsfw one... i don't know if i will keep this up for long but i hope you like these HCs if you see them ♡ also jackass mutuals?

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[1800miserablethot]

𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝔹𝕒𝕞 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕒

Plot: You all go swimming and some chick comes up and tries to flirt with you and Bam gets a bit jealous while watching. (Ya’lls friends don't help because they just tease him about it and it makes him even more jealous)

Setting: Iceland in the blue lagoon

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“Hanna you’re really letting yourself go, man,” Dico jokes, causing everyone to laugh and look at Hanna who replies, “I don't give a fuck,” which causes Bam to jump in and mumble “Pear ass body,” which causes everyone to erupt into laughter again. 

Bam looks around while laughing trying to spot eyes on you and when he does his smile falters and his laughter fades out. Instead, a soft glare replaces it as he sees you on the other side of the lagoon talking to a random chick who was way too close for Bam’s liking. “Uh oh, look’s like [Y/N] switching teams,” Bam hears Rake say which makes his glare darken, “shut the fuck up,” Bam hisses, his eyes going back over to you and the random chick. She wasn't bad looking, skinny yet toned body, and black medium-length hair that had streaks in it. “Bam if he was a woman,” Ryan joked but it goes one ear out the other. Along with the comment about the tattoo, the chick had on her upper thigh and the other near her boobs. His fist clenched knowing that the chick would probably try and draw your attention there, “No more hearing Bam and [Y/N] getting it on at night, instead we’re gonna be hearing her.” One of the other boys had said which another replied by saying “That’ll be hotter to listen to,” and that broke Bam. He snaps around and yells “fuck you assholes! That skank isn't stealing [Y/N] from me!” He must have shouted a bit too loudly because all his friends were now looking at him weirdly until Dunn finally spoke up, “Dude they heard you say that,” 

Bam stiffens at the realization and awkwardly turns his head toward your direction seeing you and the random lady both looking at you. He sees her giggle and you grin down at her and that causes his veins to boil with anger. When your eyes meet Bam’s he looks down before shaking his bangs out his face and looking away pretending to ignore you. You couldn't help but chuckle at how Bam was acting, quickly waving bye to the girl you make your way back over to your friends. “[Y/N] has a girlfriend,” Dico teases, “hell no, I’m taken,” you say which earns a snicker from Ryan and Rake when Bam chimes in by saying “By who, her or me?” You laugh softly at his bratty attitude, knowing that there was no bite behind those words. “Might be her if you keep your attitude up,” you joke which makes everyone else laugh and react but it only earns a scoff and an eye roll from Bam. “Fine, she can have you,” Bam retorts, going to get out of the water but you quickly grab his wrist and pull him back in. “Baby I’m kidding,” You cooed, turning Bam around to wrap your arms around his waist. Smiling softly at the pout that formed across his lips. “You know that I only want you,” You continued, seeing how his face started to flush a small shade of pink. “You better, asshole,” he mutters which makes you grin before you plant a small kiss on his pout. “You done pitching now?” you joke, moving your hands from his waist to grip his hips pulling him closer. You see his gaze glance over to what you assume to be the chick and when you glance over as well you are correct. Before you can say anything you feel lips crash onto yours, a tongue slipping its way into your mouth. You hum into the kiss knowing what he’s doing, so you decide to play his little game back. You move your hands up to cup the sides of his face, your nails digging into his skin as you deepen the kiss as much as you can. You keep him like this until you start to hear him huffing and panting into the kiss, you take his bottom lip in between yours and pull on it gently before letting it go which earns a groan from Bam. Seeing his half-lidded eyes flutter open to meet yours. “Now are you done?” you ask, your grin reappearing when he nods and takes your hand into his. You glance over quickly to see that the chick is now gone and you can't help but shake your head with a small laugh. Well, at least Bam got what he wanted. 

[1800miserablethot]

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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.

[1800miserablethot]

𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝔹𝕒𝕞 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕒

Plot: you help Bam dye purple streaks into his hair

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“[Y/N] I swear to god if you mess my hair up-” Bam says cautiously but gets cut off by you as you smear some of the purple dye onto his face. “I’m not gonna fuck up your hair dude, chill!” You laugh, as Bam takes the dye you smeared on his face and tries to get you back by wiping the extra on your shirt.

“You bitch!” You exclaim yet while still smiling, seeing him grinning at you through the mirror. You glance up at the dye in his hair that is now sitting and soaking in Bam’s hair, it looks surprisingly good on him, especially with that devilish grin on his. It suited him. The purple streaks, a stark contrast to his dark brown hair, making him seem even more reckless and untamed. “There now it's just gotta sit,” You say, moving away to let him turn around. You pull back even more when he tries to wrap his arms around you, “Like hell man, you're gonna get dye on me!” You say with a barky laugh, taking another step back as Bam starts to come closer. “Bam,” you say warningly but that devious smile on his face said your warning went one ear and out the other. You quickly turn on your heels to try and run but scream out when you get grabbed from behind. “Don’t do it Bam!” You laughed out, trying to fight in his arms as he wiped some of the hair dye from his hair and onto your face. “Now we’re matching,” Bam replies cheekily, a wink thrown in his words. You raised an eyebrow at Bam before you tried to shake him off, “fuck you, now come on I gotta get the dye out your hair.” You say with a small smile as you shake your head and guide him over to the shower.

Finally, after about three water fights later, the extra dye was washed from Bam’s hair and you managed to dry it with a blow dryer. “It looks good on you, baby.” You cooed softly, running your fingers through the purple streaks in his hair. Bam smiled as he turned around to face you, this time you allowed him to pull you closer. “Thank you,” he says happily before leaning in to kiss you. You hum into the kiss before pulling back, your hands running down to wrap around his waist. “Now get out of this bathroom I gotta clean up the dye,” You say, glancing around at the splatter dye everywhere. “Sir yes sir!” Bam mockingly says, throwing up a lazy salute before pretending to march out of the bathroom which only makes you shake your head even more.