#cky smut

[anonyme-glace]

Free use mom in a house full of boys. She stays at home all day doing chores and cleaning the house, making dinner and tidying up her boys’ rooms.

Her sons come home from school first, both sitting down on the couch and calling for their mom.

“Mom, I want a sandwich.”

Yes sweetie.

“Mom, I need a drink.”

Yes honey.

“Mom, come suck my cock.”

Yes baby.

“Mom, spread your legs, I’m gonna fuck your face while he plays with your holes.”

Yessss sweetie.

“Mom beg for my cock in your ass.”

Please honey.

“Mom beg for our cum, beg us to fill you.”

I need it baby.

Dad comes home a bit early today. “Awe, I love to see my wife and my boys getting along. Wife, why don’t you suck my cock while the boys keep fucking you?”

Yes sir.

[cuntestdoll]

all i’m thinking about right now is an older girl forcing me to watch porn, while rubbing my cunt and corrupting me

[sweetgirl-069]

me every time a pretty girl follows me <333

[jackassbrainrot]

nasty new compulsion [dunn x f!reader]

desc: you're a part of the jackass crew. you and ryan are totally just friends ;)

a/n: another ry fic! touchy tease ryan >>>, can't stop writing him and oh my god this is so much longer than I expected it to be I just got sucked into it

warnings: smut, teasing, p in v, unprotected sex

word count: 1129

Being Tremaine's assistant is a pain in the ass, or more accurately, he is. Despite having to listen to him bark out orders the entire day, working on the movie has been fun, especially since meeting Ryan Dunn. He's somehow the most normal of the cast and you two clicked the moment you met. Everyone knew you'd become the best of friends due to Bam's constant bitching about Dunn replacing him. You'd reassure him saying you'd never be as close to Ryan as he was, which was true, but you'd never tell him you were closer in other ways.

You were fumbling with some mics behind a trailer, when you felt Ryan's arms wrap around your waist. He rested his head on your shoulder, his beard scratching your soft skin as he places teasing kisses on your neck. "Aren't you supposed to be filming?" You try to shake him off gently, not wanting to get caught by the others, though you couldn't resist tilting your head to give him more access to your neck. "Mm, no, they're doin' the muscle stimulator thing, they won't be needin' me for a while." You can feel his sly smile against your skin, his lips travelling up your neck to whisper in your ear. "C'mon, I need you."

"Don't say that!" You finally turn around, breaking away from his grip, your voice coming out as a squeak. He chuckles lowly, looking down at you with lust filled eyes as he pushes your body against the trailer. One hand on your waist, the other holding the side of your neck as he kisses down it again, making your breath hitch. The warmth of his body leaves yours suddenly and you look up at him with confusion.

"I mean, if you're not up for it, I guess I'll go join the guys." He's gone before you even get the chance to say anything. You hear Jeff yell your name and you quickly straighten yourself out before getting back to work. For the rest of the day you stare daggers at Dunn, watching him wink at you with a knowing smile across his face.

You're sitting in the passenger seat of Tremaine's car, Knoxville and Kosick in the back, arguing over who knows what. "Hey, Jeff, can you do me a favor?" You ask quietly, trying to keep your conversation far from your other coworkers' ears. "Depends." He replies, suspicion in his voice. "How long do you think you could keep Bam out of his room when we get back to the hotel?" He pauses for a moment before speaking again. "You owe me."

When you get to the hotel, you jump out of the car, smiling at Tremaine before running up the stairs to Dunn and Bam's room. Bam opens the door, a half empty beer bottle hanging from his tattooed hand already. "Jeff told me to come get you." You blurt out before he even gets to say a word and he groans "Now?" He whines, sounding like a teenager whose mom just told him to clean his room. You nod, trying to hide your smile as Ryan steps up behind him. "Go, before he goes all directorzilla on you." Ryan says, earning a groan from the younger man as he walks out of the room. You watch him go down the hallway before Ryan pulls you into his room.

"He's gonna come back in a minute when he realizes Tremaine doesn't actually need him for shit." He says with a smug look on his face, contrasting the hands softly holding your waist. "I asked Jeff to keep him distracted for a bit." A wicked smile spreads over your face as you look up at him, draping your arms around his neck. "Oh, you little minx." He looks down at you, his light eyes dark with lust, as he walks back until his legs hit the bed, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.

Your lips meet his in a desperate kiss, your hands tangling in his hair. "Aren't you desperate?" He mumbles against your lips as his hands slip under your shirt. "Your fault." You breathe out and he chuckles before unclasping your bra and taking it and your shirt off in one smooth movement.

"Let me make it up to you." He says, flipping you onto your back on the bed. He hovers over you, kissing down your chest as he unbuttons your jeans. You help him take them off and he unhooks the towel hanging around his waist, throwing it across the room. His mouth latches onto your nipple as his fingers rub your clit slowly, making you whine out his name.

Your hand drops down to his hair again, pulling at his golden strands, making him groan. He trails kisses down your torso, sucking a hickey over your hipbone, making you squirm. Going lower, he makes sure to kiss everywhere except your pussy. You let out another whine, trying to push his head down when his movements still, looking up at your desperate expression. "Can't even take a bit of teasing, huh?" He mocks. "I've been taking it the whole day, asshole!" You cry out in frustration.

"Alright, alright." He puts his hands up defensively, kneeling between your legs, wrapping them around his waist. He leans down to kiss you as his dick enters you agonizingly slow, dragging a moan out of your occupied mouth. Your hips buck up but he holds them down, pinning you down on the mattress as he keeps his thrusts slow and deep. "Ry, please, I need you to go faster, please!"

"You need it?" He teases, watching you nod frantically under him. Suddenly you feel yourself getting picked up off the bed as he flips you so you're on top of him. "Take what you need, then." You move your hips at a pace much quicker than his was, holding onto his tattooed arms to keep yourself balanced. His hands roam over your body as he watches you ride him with half lidded eyes.

As you feel your body going taut, tightening around his dick, you lean down to kiss him to silence the scream threatening to slip from your lips. His dick twitches inside you, pushing you over the edge as you moan into his mouth, feeling his cum spill into you. You collapse, falling on his chest.

"I'm not sleeping there, that shit's contaminated!" Bam's scream rings out through the hallway, Knoxville's cackle following right after. Both you and Ryan laugh, lying next to each other, exhausted. "Well, no need to sneak around anymore, huh?" You ask, making him laugh again, before you both fall asleep to the sound of Bam whining about you stealing his best friend and his room.

[missusdunn]

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.”

[vivaladicamillo]

“i dont give a fuck im doing it..”

being the carefree original jackass girl

[philipjohnclapp]

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.

[jackass4evr]

Hey guys! I'm not new here, but I am new at writing! I'm into kinda niche people, but send over any requests! I have no limits really to smutty stuff, except the obvious, consent is key!

[hineygorerage1]

Prompt: finding out you’re touching yourself during a call

Fandom: CKY (plus Ryan)

Ryan: you and Ryan were chatting back and forth one night when you got randomly horny. You couldn’t wait, since Ryan obviously wasn’t gonna hang up anytime soon. You decided to touch yourself whilst he spoke, which ended up in you getting caught, “did you just moan?” Asked Ryan, shocked at the sound of you whining from pleasure. He leaned closer to the microphone and whispered sweet nothings and praise for you to get off to, which obviously worked. You’d gotten finished quickly with all the praise, which he was pleased by. “Keep this a secret, sugar. I wanna keep you to myself,” he muttered before you both hung up, much to your dismay. He’d insisted you get rest. The next day when you saw him, he kept staring at your hands, as if he was proud of what they’d done for him.

Chad: Chad was bored and wanted to play truth or dare, suggesting he go first. After back and forth truths, Chad finally got you to choose dare, to which he commanded; “I dare you to fuck yourself on call with me,” this shocked you! He’d never showed sexual interest in you and suddenly he wanted you to fuck yourself? You asked what to do, Chad replying with “suck on your fingers,” you obeyed, which got praise, “good girl, so good at using your mouth~ now that they’re all nice and wet, take off your panties,” he whispered, and you could hear him unzipping his jeans, “you do it yet? Yeah? That’s my girl, now spread your legs and use them to fuck yourself.” His command was met with an obedient reply, ‘yes, sir’. Your fingers slipped in and began pumping away. Chad sat there, praising and cooing softly to you as you finished yourself for him. He asked you to lick it off your fingers and tell him how it tasted. After you’d gotten tired, he asked you to go to bed. The next day he grabbed you and drug you too to some random bathroom to have some fun with you.

Jess: Jess had been talking to you about plans this weekend. He was planning on doing a party for Bam to celebrate the success of the jackass tv show. Half way through, he got to asking you what you’d wear. He began to explain what he’d like, “y’know… you could wear that tight little dress you wore to Ryan’s birthday dinner. It hugged your ass really tight,” he muttered, listening to your shaky breathing. He smirked, “you like that? Like when I talk about your ass? What about those pretty tits of yours?” He flirted. Jess listened carefully to your movements, excited when he heard the sound of you taking off your belt and jeans. He encouraged you further to touch yourself for him, enjoying the sound of you doing so. Soon enough he’d joined in, “I promise that if you wear that tight dress, I’ll fuckin’ ruin you,” he whispered into the phone, hand working fast on himself. By the time you both had finished, you had gotten exhausted and fell asleep on call together. The next weekend, Jess was pleased with your outfit choice, and did exactly as he promised when you got home.

Deron: Deron was in his hotel room on tour all alone, having chose it to avoid rooming with an obnoxiously drunk Chad. He had gotten your number from a gig and decided to try his luck. He was happy to hear you answer, “hey! Is this (your name)? It’s deron.. from cky?” He smiled, listening to your quiet but obvious fangirling, “I just wanted to uh, check in.. I’m all bored and alone in my hotel room and thought I would chat with you? You seemed pretty cute at the venue,” deron rolled over onto his back and held the phone in his hand, his free hand mindlessly twirling/twisting strands of his hair. “So, whatcha up to? Yeah? Just all alone in your house?… no one there..?” He bit his lip, mind running pervertedly. “Hmm, most fangirls I talk to try to fuck me, y’know?” He giggled. “Do you.. wanna fuck me?” His voice was smooth as he awaited to hear the eager ‘yes’ he was relieved when he heard it. He continued to tease, “so.. if I were there, you’d bend over and let me slip into you?, maybe I would fuck you all slow and hard? Or maybe you like fast and simple?” Deron unbuttoned his pants, hearing you begin to do the same. “Is that why you wanted to give me your number? You wanted to fuck me?, I’d let you~” he could hear the sound of your fingers in your soaked cunt, enjoying the sloppy sounds of lust. “You sound cute like that, honey…fuck I’m so close~” he whispered. You two finished together, and deron saved your number in his phone under ‘plaything x’. He hooked you up with free tickets for next show in your state so he could see you again, treating you like a dirty slutty groupie in the dressing rooms before the show, and then after, and then again.

[cuntestdoll]

i must confess .. i love women

[ifyourgunnabedumbyougottabetough]

So listen. I'm not the best at making stories and fic. But I do have some ideas. I know I can send someone a request on their profile but at least this way you can all see it. I had an Idea that was inspired by this song ^ for a Dico x reader fic. The idea was you were Raab's cousin from England (a me thing) and moved to West Chester (either for the summer or for life idm). Raab talks about the CKY boys all the time and you were excited to meet them. After meeting then you fall head over heels for Brandon Dicamillo, the funny, sweet and oddly romantic lunatic. However Bam thinks you like him (because why wouldn't he. You skate like him and are just as famous as him in the skate world/ or just known in the uk) and one day Bam, Ryan and Raab manage to get into your room and find your diary. As you walk in Bam begins to read it out loud thinking it's about him and laughing until he reads Dicos name and that's when Dico walks in... (Idk where to go from there/ but obvs Dico and you end up together)

I know this is a long shot for anyone to do this but yeah it's been playing in my mind all day. I don't mind if someone adds to it or changes some bits but I just think it would be a nice fic. Yeah, thanks for listening to my ted talk...

[jackassbrainrot]

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."

[mr-knoxvillexx]

~Johnny Knoxville rp blog~

this is an rp blog based off johnny knoxville of jackass and big brother magazine. i will only answer in character as Johnny Knoxville. just ask anything this isn’t any specific time frame.

i am also open to in character replies from other rp accounts.

if you’d like someone ooc (out of character) just tag it with “ooc” in the asks.

my main is @starmangarrett

[vivaladicamillo]

Dude! I need a smutty and fluffy Headcannon of Ryan taking care of the reader who is his girlfriend and a female cast mate while she’s drunk as hell while out with the guys

RYAN DUNN TAKING CARE OF A DRUNK!READER

ive been super duper sick these past days and now that i actually have free time i can write abt ryan !!!!! i love him literally so much thank u for requesting this!!!

WARNINGS: talks of alcohol, drunk sex, and cursing

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SFW:

ok so yall are out with the guys

yall prob go to some cheap ass bar just to drink yk

turns out you had a little too many

nah a little is a understatement

u were stumbling, slurring and obviously wasted

ryan takes notice of this right away

bam starts picking on u and yk, being bam

“u cant hold ur alcohol for shit y/n”

ryan has to get him to stop so he can take u home

ryan would take u home ( or carry bc u literally cant stand up )

he finds out ur a very touchy person when ur drunk

not jn a weird way tho

just hugging and rambling abt how cool ryan is and how hes the best

even though ur literally talking to ryan

he thinks its cute

“nonono u don understand, dunn is literally the BEST person like ever to exist~”. “trust me y/n i understand” he says through a chuckle

will either go through ur draws to find you something to wear to sleep if ur at ur home or give u some on his old boxers and a old le tigre band tee he has

lets u go get changed (if u can) if not he will help u

he just wants u to he safe and comfortable

he will tuck u into bed and put medicine and a glass of water next to ur bedside just bc he knows ur gonna be FUCKEDD in the morning

will sleep on the couch even if its ur house just so he knows ur ok in the morning and don’t accidentally choke on ur vomit or something like that

hes definitely a over thinker when it comes to that stuff

NSFW:

ok different scene here

yall end up going to ryans hpuse just to hang and watch a movie or something

ofc u guys had some drinks

and ofc yall end up getting wasted

at this point in the night the movie is long over

u guys are just cracking jokes and laughing and just talking

he probably ends up accidentally confessing first

“ heheh, you know y/n ur like the most perfect person ever.” “ryyyyy stawppp thats not truee” “absolutely it is, everything about u is perfect, ur personality, ur looks, ur humor..”

god he will go on and on abt how ur perfect and how he really does love u

“well y/n.. i’ve actually liked u fooooorr quite some time now ive just had zero confidence to tell you” he says slurring

ur kinda taken aback

ryan mother fucking dunn

LIKES U??

the kid who u have liked since highschool LIKES U??

u admit that u have had a mega crush on him for a while now

but he honestly wasnt even paying attention to ur speech

hes just admiring you

and ur lips

mostly ur lips

“y/n,, can i kiss u right now?”

you two end up making out on his couch

then he carries u to the bedroom

i personally think ryan is sweet as can be during sex sober but drunk ryan is A WHOLE NEW LEVEL

hes just a wreck when it comes to u

he would literally do anything for u

lots and lots of grabbing and touching

he just wants to stay like this with u forever

sloppy kisses is a must

also A LOT OF PRAISE

i feel like when hes drunk though he just fucks faster yk?

he goes as a faster pace then he normally would

he also probably doesnt last as long as he usually does

u just feel so good how could he resist

cums on ur stomach or in a condom if hes wearing one.

is probably gonna pick uo a random old shirt on the ground and clean u up with it

HES A STINKY GUY WHAT DID U EXPECT??

after that, u will be stuck in a bear hug the rest of the night

lots of forehead and cheek kisses too

the next morning yall honestly don’t remember the night before

so waking up in ryans arms is a bit of a surprise at first

but when he wakes up and smiles at you

you feel happy

you finally got him, the guy u always wanted, and it only took some liquid courage to do so

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hopefully i did think correctly and right 🙏 making more ryan hcs soon

[kinkslvt]

DMs are open for any story you want! Just give me a kinky prompt and I’ll write a beautiful story!

Anything I reblog will probably become a story(with credits obvi)

I do all kinkz! Even the dark and disgusting ones! ^.<

If you come on my page, just expect to be disgusted!! ^.^

And plz don’t be scared to tell me your kinks ^_^

[cuntestdoll]

need to bump clits with a girl like right now.