#cky smut

[asskickedbygirl]

The Other Woman

Bam Margera x F!Reader & Ryan Dunn x F!Reader

Desc: You’re who Bam comes to whenever Jenn’s away, and Ryan thinks you deserve better than that.

A/n: this came to me randomly and i had to get it out… also first time writing on a laptop so format is different lol! listened to a lot of jeff buckley while writing this too

Warnings: smut (18+), angst, p in v, cheating, oral (f!receiving)

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“Pssst. C’mere Trouble!” You whisper-shouted out to Bam’s cat from your bedroom door, attempting to lure him inside. It became routine at this point for the cat to sleep in your room, after all you were the one feeding it and emptying the litter box even if Novak claimed he did it. Eventually the black and white pet wandered lazily into your room after you rattled a plastic bag of cat treats to sweeten the deal. Almost immediately after you shut the door you heard a knock from outside, another thing that became routine...

You opened the door reluctantly to find a shirtless Bam, not that him being shirtless was out of the ordinary or anything. He wore that same look you knew all too well as he pushed the door to be more ajar, allowing Trouble to run right back out.

“Hey it took me a fucking age to get him in here in the first place idiot!” You waved the bag of treats around animatedly making Bam narrow his brows. 

“You keep cat treats in your room?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Not the point.” Bam took this as his queue to push himself into your room despite your attempt to bar him. 

“No, not tonight Bam.” You tried to avoid eye contact but he just kept pushing, closing the door behind him as you both spoke lowly. 

“Come on. Jenn’s finally out of town for once.” You swallowed thickly at the mention of her name and Bam picked up on this. 

“You’re not starting to feel all guilty now are you? You and Jenn don't even like each other!” 

You shot Bam a nasty look. “We like each other!’ 

He simply scoffed. “Oh yeah like you even speak at all.” 

“Well who’s fault is that, huh?!” Bam rolled his eyes and bit his lip.

“Don't get all mad at me tonight. Come on I know you want this.” He leaned closer to you, neck bent so your faces were close together, your breath hitching as you tried to delay the inevitable. 

You folded your arms and looked him in the eyes, which certainly didn't help. God he looks sexy when he's needy. He wet his lips and took your wrist in his hand, leading your own down to his crotch, palm feeling the tent in his pants. 

“Feel how bad I need you.” 

You thought of a million things you could’ve said to him. Tell him to go jerk himself off, call Jenn if he needed to fuck that bad, even to just get the fuck out but none of those options seemed tempting. In fact the only thing you really wanted to give in to were his enticing lips, practically begging to be kissed. And that's what you did, crashing yours onto his. He always made it so you made the first move, probably some fucked up little game of his.

 As much as you hated yourself for what you did, you always found yourself under him or on top of him, his lips on yours and hands clutching at every inch of your body whenever Jenn was out of the way. You always tried to keep your noises quiet, whimpering into his mouth or biting down on your hand but you could never be silent enough, the guys giving you awkward side glances each morning after, no matter how hard you tried to hide it, they knew. You hated how their eyes bored into you, feeling the judgement sink into your skin even if they were as much your friends as they were Bam’s. But you’d much prefer judgement over the dreaded... pity. 

Pity. Fuck pity. It’s not like you’re not complicit in what you and Bam would do, it was your fuck up too, not just his. You resented the fact you might be viewed as a poor little damsel, the other woman, the one waiting on Bam’s knock on your door like your prince charming had finally arrived. You wanted to fuck him too, not just be fucked. You were getting something out of this whole deal as well, or so you told yourself. 

That night it was rather quick, no stretched-out foreplay just him inside of you in a matter of minutes. You were conscious of the fact that with each thrust of Bam’s hips, your headboard would lightly hit against your wall, the wall of which you shared with Ryan. Already your head was swarming with imaginings of the looks he would give you in a couple hours, your cheeks now burning from something other than your impending orgasm. You shoved your face down in the pillows to muffle the sounds of your moans as you reached your big finish, Bam’s hands holding your hips with force as he continued to plow into you. Your tightening around Bam lead to his increasing moans and even tighter grip on your waist, thumb pushing into the flesh forcefully. With a final statement of “I’m gonna come.” Bam spilled into you, letting out a loud groan the others had to have heard. 

After a few seconds of panting stillness, Bam removed himself from you and fell flat on his back beside you on the mattress, stuffing his dick back in his pants. You rested your head against his chest for as long as Bam deemed it necessary before he stood up and picked up his sweatpants, ready to head back to his room. He never spent the night, too afraid of the tenderness.

The next morning was about as awkward as you anticipated, a brooding silence falling upon the group as you ate the breakfast Ape kindly made for you all. Bam was always good at pretending nothing had happened and that everything was normal, you not so much. Your eyes were shifting all around the room to avoid Ryan’s gaze that kept falling onto you, much too embarrassed to address anything. When the others were distracted by something in the living room Ryan finally opened his mouth.

“Thin walls.” You felt the toast you had eaten get stuck in your throat. Sure you knew that they knew but this was really the first time it was being talked about in the open, the topic was unainomously agreed to be taboo, you figured. You swallowed the food and scratched the back of your head, still not looking Ryan in the eyes.

“Not like I’m proud of it.” You started chewing the skin off of your lips, a nervous habit. You felt Ryan move his chair closer before he spoke your name in a low drawl. That's what forced you to make eye contact. His eyes weren’t cold and judgy but appeared soft, almost too soft. 

“Don't go around pitying me. I know it’s fucked up, I’m not being used.” You spat, a little more harsh than you intended. Ryan just tilted his head.

“Oh yeah? He comes to you for no reason at all then, just your company?” Tough fucking love. You knew deep down Ry was right, that Bam was using you for sex and nothing more. You weren't even sure if you were doing it for a rush or for sex but it wasn’t because you loved him or anything, you didn’t. Even still it was easier to act angry than actually call out the truth.

“Fuck off Ryan. It’s none of your business.” You scowled, shoving your chair back and standing up, ready to go off in a huff. 

“Stop doing it to yourself.” You rolled your eyes at Ryan's words.

“I don't need your sympathy.” And with that you were off to your room, ready to sulk for the day.

Over the next month or so you dwelled on the thoughts Ryan’s snarky comments brought up. “Why do you do it?” The question stuck in your brain like gum in your hair, bothersome and stubborn to get out. It wasn't until the night Jenn got home after a particularly long period away that it dawned on you. That night your bed felt so empty and your body so cold and untouched. You needed the warmth, the body, the feeling. When Jenn was around you were practically ignored and so you longed desperately for Bam to notice you, to talk to you, to touch you. You didn't want him, you wanted the thing he gave to you that you didn't get very often. Attention. 

Jenn and Bam were fighting more often now, you knew this not just from the sounds of yelling and smashing coming from their room but because the knocks were becoming more frequent and your sex even rougher. He used you to take out his anger, tight grip in your hair and hand over your throat, tightening with each thrust. He enjoyed the fact you let him do whatever he wanted to you, that you weren’t like Jenn, kicking up a fuss at every given opportunity. In fact you were obedient, opening your legs and presenting your mouth for fucking whenever he needed it. You liked the feeling of being needed, that Bam wanted you. However those emotions were often overshadowed by the fact you felt pathetic. Humiliated that you allowed yourself to be used so explicitly. Now your were beginning to pity yourself, the very thing you hated most.

After another night with Bam, Ryan’s eyes burned into you. 

“Can you stop looking at me like that?” You muttered so only he could hear, the others talking and laughing loudly on the other side of the table. Ryan continued to stare, leaving you to glare at him.

“You deserve better.” He spoke and you scoffed. 

“Can we stop with this? I’m an adult I can make my own decisions”

“Bam’s an asshole, just stop doing it to yourself.” You felt your face begin to burn, eyes flicking up to meet his, no pity in them anymore but they looked almost pleading. 

“Why do you care so much?” 

“Because I care about you.” 

The words stuck around in the air for a while, unsure if you should respond or not. Ryan was sweet, he didn’t deserve the rude comments you were snapping back with, you were just too stubborn to admit he was right. You bit your lip, eyes meeting his. Then you got up and walked away, leaving Ryan at the table. Ryan had recently bought an apartment in West Chester and seemed to be spending more and more time there after that whole encounter. You weren’t sure if they were related or not but you didn’t want to think about that. 

Jenn was away again and this night you and the crew went out, not something very unusual but Ryan skipped out. You didn't think much of it seeing as you didn’t see him too often anyways but a little part of you missed him, that wasn’t something you wanted to unpack today. Nevertheless you all ended up at Kildare’s, drinking beers and playing pool pretty horribly. It was you and Bam against Dico and Raab and the two of you were doing really badly but still having fun. You liked when you were just being normal together, talking and laughing and having a good time. That was until he got more touchy, hand resting on your lower back and guiding your body as you played. No matter how natural he made it seem you felt ashamed, embarrassed that the others were seeing you act like that right in front of their eyes. It didn’t seem all that bad when it was behind closed doors but it being opened up for them all to see? That's when you felt used, like this deal was no longer fun, that the shame was truly outweighing whatever attention you got. 

After trying to avoid Bam the entire night his knuckles hit against your door once again after you all got home. You sighed, knowing that you'd have to shut him down for good now. Really for good. 

“I can’t.” is all you said when you opened the door just a crack, trying to avoid his eyes. He didn’t listen, pushing your door open and letting himself in.

“Come on, don't be like that.” You shook your head, trying to swat away his hands that held your face.

“I can’t do this again Bam.’ 

“You say that every time.” Your stomach turned, you weren’t gonna let his blue eyes persuade you again. 

“I mean it this time. I’m really done with this, it’s fucked up.” Bam rolled his eyes.

“Every time you say that and yet every time we do it. Can’t we just skip the whole moral thing tonight?” You glared at him, feeling utterly disgusted.

“You don't get it.”

Bam scoffed. “Get what?”

Your cheeks burned red. “They don’t look at you like they look at me.”

Bam looked confused. “What the hell are you talking about?”

You felt you eyes begin to well up, pushing Bam’s arms off of you. “The guys. it’s humiliating.” Bam looked at you like a mad woman.

‘”I don't want to be your other woman anymore. The girl you fuck when you’re bored.” Bam scoffed again.

“Are you serious? That was the whole fucking deal! Don’t act like you’re not getting anything out of this either.”

“Really Bam? Tell me what I’m getting out of this then!” Bam tried to hush you which just angered you even more. 

“Keep my voice down?! It’s not like they don’t know anyways!” You yelled, Bam gritting his teeth together. 

“What the hell is the matter with you, huh?! Why now? Why is this suddenly a problem now?!” You contemplated for a moment as the tears continued to fall. 

“Ryan was right, you are an asshole.” You could’ve picked anything Ryan had said to you right then, but you just said the thing you knew would hurt him the most. And with that you grabbed your car keys and ran out of Castle Bam with Bam shouting down at you to wait but you didn’t listen, clambering into your car and speeding off. Your brain was hardly working then, too many thoughts circulating around to even consider what you were doing until you were outside Ryan's apartment, banging on the door in just a baggy t shirt and shorts. 

When the door opened your body acted before your mind did, flinging yourself on the unsuspecting man and kissing him with such force. Once he realised what had happened his hands held your hips as he kissed you back, walking backwards to let you in. He shut the door behind you and pushed you into it, your kiss becoming more and more heated. 

“Sorry for being an asshole.” You murmured against his lips, pulling away just to say it. “You were right.” 

He laughed, his beard rubbing against your chin. 

“Been waiting for you to say that.” You pulled away and grinned at him, removing your shirt in one swift move, leaving yourself in just a bra and skimpy shorts. 

“Been waiting on a lot of things I bet.” Ryan grinned and bit his lip at your forwardness, nodding as his hands roamed down to grab at your ass, moving you both to his bedroom. You continued to kiss as you pulled Ryan’s shirt over his head as well, sitting on the edge of the bed and kicking your shorts off while Ryan shimmied off his own pants.

“So what changed?” Ry asked, moving you onto your back as he started to kiss down your neck, fingers already working at unclasping your bra. 

“Don't know.” You giggled as the pecks moving down to your collarbone tickled your skin.

“Maybe I missed you more than I missed him.” Ryan smiled up at you at that, fingers sliding under the band of your panties at your hips. Your breath hitched as his lips made it to your tummy, kissing you softly. 

“Is this okay?” He whispered against your skin and you nodded, granting him permission to pull your panties down. His own breath hitched as he saw you completely exposed for him, not because he could do whatever he wanted to you but because he could finally make you feel good. He started littering kisses on the inside of your thighs, wet hot ones. Your heart continued to beat steadily fast the closer his lips got to your heat, your back arching once he finally reached that place. He planted a kiss on your clit before moving down to your centre, hiking up your leg so it went down his back as he drove straight in. Your moans increased in volume the longer he went on and the faster he got, tongue moving in and out of you. 

You shifted around the place, bucking up into his face and hand finding itself gripping his hair. That's when his hand moved up and began rubbing circles in your clit as he tongue-fucked you. He looked up at you and god were you a sight for sore eyes. Your cheeks were a splotchy red and your hair was splayed out, bare chest rising and falling as your features contorted with pleasure, sweet noises and whimpers leaving your parted lips. Ry felt himself grow hard as he observed the way you looked when he was giving you that pleasure, blissed out and needy. He continued at it, this time sucking at your clit as his fingers moved in and out of you, your moans only getting louder.

“Fuck Ry, I’m close.” You moaned out, fingers tightening their hold on Ry’s hair. He didn’t respond, only moving faster and faster until eventually you finished on his fingers, his tongue replacing those as he sloppily made out with your core. It took you pushing his head away to avoid overstimulation for him to pull away, lips glistening with your slick. He smiled as he licked his lips, wiping them with the back of his hand and crawling up to kiss you, letting you taste yourself from his tongue.

“Where the fuck did you learn that?!” You laughed against his mouth, hands resting on his cheeks.

“I’m a good listener.” He grinned stupidly back, lips moving back to kiss you as your hands drifted down to pull his dick out. It wasn’t long until he had his boxers kicked off and on the floor and his cock in your hand, pumping him slowly, your lips still touching. You arched your back and brought your arm up to rub circles into Ry’s jaw, encouraging him to enter you. You winced as he did, the pain just a little intense but his soothing hand on your waist made it bearable. 

“You okay?” Ryan whispered and you nodded, holding his face and kissing him until he began to move. He was a lot slower and gentler than you thought he’d be, his scruffy beard and persona didn’t ring true all the time you supposed. Soon enough Ry’s pace quickened as he nipped at your neck, your fingers threading through his hair, moaning into his ear. You could feel his thumb press harder into the flesh of your waist as he lifted himself up from your neck, hips snapping forward. He pushed some hair off of your face as he continued to fuck you and the look he gave you could’ve made you come right then and there. His cheeks were flushed as well as yours and his hair was all messed up from your hands and his eyes were almost completely blown out, looking down at you like you were the only girl in the world. You lifted your head up to kiss him but it was more like lips touching as you whimpered and moaned into his mouth. 

After a few more thrusts you felt yourself inch closer and closer to the edge, moans getting louder the closer you got. 

“I’m close Ry.” You whispered, kissing him right after you said it. He didn't respond, only going faster, determined to make you finish and he certainly succeeded. Your legs began to shake as you came, the orgasm washing over your entire body as you threw your head back, mouth hanging open and eyes shut tightly. Ryan thrusted a couple more times before pulling out and finishing on your stomach, his cum painting your skin as you settled.

Before you could even move Ryan was already up fetching a towel to wipe you down, dragging it across your heat gently as well as your tummy. You sat up on your elbows as you observed Ry struggling to put his boxers back on. Once he finally succeeded, he turned to face you, smiling like a schoolgirl when he saw you all splayed out for him. 

“Been a while since a pretty naked girl has been on my bed.” He giggled, clambering into bed beside you and pulling you to lie on his chest. You grinned too as he played with your hair.

“All this time I’ve been fucking the wrong guy.” 

‘Well I could’ve told you that.”

End.

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[bambimargera]

Netflix and Chilling with CKY(fluff)

what you'd do and what you'd watch

Dico:

Some really stupid mystery/thriller movie. He’d definitely voice over every characters lines if he thinks it’s stupid or boring. His favourite would be if a dead body was shown on screen, expect to hear a random voiced freestyle rap on how the person may have died, regardless of the persons gender

When he picked you up would’ve stopped at WaWa or Target and he paid for all of your snacks, he secretly loves watching you behave like a kid in a candy store

He’d make you sit in between his legs while watching the movie, insists on having his arms wrapped around you. Will eat his snacks over your shoulder and lick up the crumbs that fall onto your neck

Raab:

Always insists on making blanket forts with you for movie nights. Loves being able to cuddle in complete privacy, he can strip you down and still watch the movie while being warm and snuggly

Makes sure you’re comfy and have everything you might need before pressing play, he’s an anxious and caring boy

Definitely wants to watch a horror movie so he can hold onto you when he’s scared, but he pretends that he’s protecting you from being scared

Expect to have all the snacks and drinks ready in the fort. This man is lazy and loves candy, I bet he buys in bulk and you’ll never have a shortage. He’d probably order a pizza for you guys too

Bam:

It’s never planned. He will show up at your house (or work) and drag you out saying it’s an emergency. Takes you to WaWa and leads you through each aisle demanding you pick up at least one thing from each

Once he’s dragged you into the castle, you’d notice that the floor is littered with pillows, blankets, and new stuffed animals all for you

Couldn’t care less about what movie you wanna watch, but secretly hopes you’ll pick something romantic so he can put the moves on you

Definitely wants to be held as much as he wants to hold you, so expect a big tantrum if you only wanna be little spoon.

Novak:

Picks you up and takes you to WaWa for snacks, makes you pay for them because “I paid for gas babe.”

Will watch literally anything you want as long as he can have you sitting on his lap, but really loves watching true crime documentaries with you. If it’s related to drugs, he’ll tell you if he thinks the criminal is smart-or if he would’ve been his friend back in the day

90% of the time he falls asleep while you’re on his lap, his head on your shoulder and arms around your waist. When he wakes up he’ll go on about what a great movie it was, and how you guys need to do movie nights more often- what little liar

Dunn:

Calls you from a gas station on the way to your house to ask you what you want. Doesn't like to take you into the store because he thinks you take too long deciding- and will hang up on you if you take too long on the phone

Also doesn't really care what you watch, but will only suggest comedys. He loves sneaking glimpses of you smiling or laughing at the screen

Wants to sit beside you on the couch under a blanket, his version of domestic bliss

[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.”

[sweetgirl-069]

me every time a pretty girl follows me <333

[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.

[welcometojackass2022]

Sex Is Better When You Share (CKY Boys x Fem!Reader) [Smut] (Bam, Dico, Raab, Ryan, Rake)

I wrote this based on my desire to be the entire CKY friend group’s personal whore. I would have included Frantz, Jess and Bottaro but I’d already locked in the other five guys and figured I’d keep it to those five so this isn’t too long. You get a separate scene with each guy so feel free to skip to your favorite boys. Most of the GIFS were previously provided to me by @lovelyra <3

Description: You’re a valuable asset to the CKY friend group. You help them with pranks, you film stunts for them, you make them laugh, and, best of all, you let them all have their way with you whenever they want. You’re their own personal free use sex doll, and it’s the best job in the world.

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Free Use/Group Free Use, Female Reader, Each guy takes a turn with you at different times so there’s no threesomes here but they all explicitly share you, You’re like a friend with benefits except for the entire friend group, Bam’s pretty sub, Raab’s pretty sub, the rest are various shades of dom, zero plot here tbh

@asskickedbygirl @butttxray @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @cryinonthefloor553 literally just tagging everyone I figured would be interested.

The number one rule of being the friend group’s free use girl was that Bam always went first—and by first, I mean first thing in the morning before the rest of the guys were even awake. If you were in the kitchen making breakfast, he’d come in and try to get you to fuck him while you cooked bacon on the stove. If you were on the couch watching TV, he’d toss the remote across the room and have you ride him right there on the living room carpet. And if you were in bed, he’d waltz right in without knocking and obnoxiously throw himself on top of you to wake you up, which was what he had chosen to do on this particular morning.

You opened a bleary eye to glare at Bam as he threw himself on top of you, his long hair falling into your face as he stared down at you with a grin. “Did I wake you, sleeping beauty?” You rolled your eyes and pushed him off enough to sit up as you yawned. “No, Bam, of course not. It’s not like you just threw your entire body weight on top of me, that would never wake me up.” Bam’s grin widened, and he pointedly ignored your sarcastic reply as he crawled under the covers of your bed and pressed himself against you, grabbing your arms and wrapping them around himself so you were cuddling his body close to yours. “You’re so warm.” You grimaced. “Your feet are cold.” Bam shrugged, not looking sorry in the least as he ran his ice cold feet up your legs under the covers. “All the more reason to be under the blankets with you, you can warm them up for me.” You shook your head in disbelief, but you couldn’t hide the smile that was starting to form on your lips. He was annoying as hell, but in an endearing way. You leaned closer to him and pressed your lips against his in a kiss that started out gentle but soon became eager and rough from just how desperate Bam was for your touch; you could feel his hard cock pressed against your thigh under the covers, and you palmed it as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, prompting him to whine softly against your lips and pull away with a pout.

“Damn you, (Y/n), I was trying not to get hard. I don’t have time to let you fuck me today.” You raised an eyebrow. “Why’d you even wake me up if we’re not gonna have sex?” Bam rolled his eyes, resting his head against your neck and closing his eyes. “I wanted to cuddle for a little bit. I have to leave soon to go meet Frantz to film some extra bits for Viva La Bam, and I figured I could get in a little spooning time beforehand. But then you just had to go and kiss me like that and now I’ve got a boner, so thanks a lot for ruining my plans.” You laughed. “How does you having a hard-on stop us from spooning?” Bam shot you a look. “Well I’m obviously not gonna leave this room with a boner, so now we have to spoon and fuck around at the same time, and we have to do it fast. I have to be out of here in like fifteen minutes.” He turned over so his back was against your chest, draping your arm over him so you were spooning him from the back, and then he guided your hand back down to his bulge. You laughed, squeezing his erection in your hand. “You’re so demanding, Margera. Let me guess, I give you a handjob while you lay there and whine like a little bitch the whole time?” He looked back at you with a mischievous little smirk. “You’re a goddamn mind reader. Now get going, babe, I haven’t got all day.” You rolled your eyes, snaking your hand down the front of his boxers to wrap your fingers around the base of his hot, hard little cock with a teasing pump. “You know, King Bam, a ‘please’ would be nice once in a while.”

Bam didn’t respond, merely leaning his head back against your chest with his eyes closed as he took in the feeling of your soft hand gripping his shaft. You rubbed your finger over his tip, circling his slit and swiping up a bead of precum, and his mouth fell open as he let out a breathy moan. Your grip on his cock tightened and you pumped his shaft even faster, rubbing over his balls with your free hand and pressing down on the head of his cock to keep him from cumming too quickly. Another whine left his lips, which were shiny and slick with the drool he was struggling to keep in his mouth as he bucked his hips against your firm touch, his tummy and chest jerking every time your fingers slipped over his slit or rubbed over the underside of his shaft. After an especially firm stroke, Bam’s hips stuttered, and he started to pull away from your grip; unsurprisingly, given how sensitive his cock was and how easy it was to overstimulate it. On most mornings like this you would have kept on teasing him for at least another half hour just for your own amusement, but this needed to be over with quickly if he was gonna leave the house on time, so instead of showing mercy and going a little gentler you merely doubled down and began jerking him off even more intensely, squeezing his balls in your hand and playing with his tip over and over again until his cock was twitching wildly in your grip, his hips bucking forward desperately as he got closer to cumming. Bam craned his head back to bury his face in your tits, grabbing at your arm as you roughly stroked his shaft until, finally, he whinily blew his load all over your hand.

You held him against you for a minute, spooning him while you let him catch his breath, and then he turned his head back to give you another kiss, this one much softer than the one he’d given you earlier. “Thank you.” You smiled, pushing his long hair out of his face affectionately. “Anytime, Bam. Here, clean up your mess.” You held your hand up to his lips, letting him lick his cum off your fingers, and then you pressed a kiss against the back of his neck and sat up against your pillows. “You’ve gotta leave pretty soon, right? Might wanna go straighten your clothes out and fix your hair, just so Frantz doesn’t ask any questions.” Bam sat up too, smoothing his hair out and tucking his soft cock back into his boxers. “Frantzy boy’s usually too busy cumming his pants over his new camera equipment to notice anything else. I do need to go ahead and leave, though. Sorry for waking you up so early.” His voice softened a little bit towards the end, and you affectionately stroked his hair. “Aw, no worries, Bam. You know I like spending my mornings with you. And anyway, it’s better than what you did yesterday, trying to get me to fuck you while I was cooking bacon on the stove.” Bam grinned. “Oh come on, that wasn’t so bad.” You shot him a look. “Bam, you got burned by the grease at least three different times and the pan almost caught fire.” He shrugged, getting up from the bed and smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt. “It was worth it, though. Listen, don’t let the other guys wear you out too much, okay? I wanna sleep in here with you tonight.” You smiled. “Sure thing. See you tonight.” You watched him leave.

Once he’d gone and closed the door behind him, you laid back down and pulled the covers over your head, knowing good and well you most likely wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep; falling back asleep after messing around with Bam was just about impossible, which was why he was basically your human alarm clock. You laid there for a few minutes, waiting for the last remaining traces of sleepiness to fade away, and then you got up out of bed and got ready, heading to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. You leaned down to splash water on your face, and when you straightened up, you noticed in the reflection of the mirror that Dico was standing in the doorway of the bathroom with his trademark smirk on his face as he watched you freshen up. “Jesus, Bran, you’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days if you keep sneaking up on me like that.” He laughed, leaning against the doorway and turning his baseball cap backwards. “Funny you say that, my ex-girlfriend said the same thing. She had the loveliest funeral, wish you could have been there.” You playfully rolled your eyes, drying off your face with a towel and turning to look at him. “You’re a riot, Bran. What are you doing up so early? It’s not even half past nine.” Dico fidgeted with his hat as he grinned. “I heard Bam’s whiny ass moaning at the top of his lungs a few minutes ago. The whole neighborhood probably heard him, actually, that loudmouth. What were you even doing to him?” You raised your hands defensively. “Just a little handjob, that’s all. He had to leave early to go film some stuff with Frantz so I had to make it quick.”

Dico raised his eyebrows. “You must have been practically ripping his dick off if it was making him that loud. I’m kinda jealous, honestly, you should give me one of those power handjobs sometime. Actually, that’s why I’m here. I wanted to get my turn in before the other assholes wake up and try to fight me for you.” You shot him a look. “Fight? What are you, a Roman gladiator?” He grinned. “I can be, if you’re down for some roleplay.” You shook your head. “No way. Absolutely not. I’m never doing roleplay with you again, not after that Ben Franklin fiasco last month.” You led Dico out of the bathroom to the kitchen, and he laughed. “Oh come on, you’re not still mad about that, are you? The whole point of roleplay is to get into character and that’s exactly what I did.” You frowned, opening the cabinet to grab a container of pancake mix. “I never asked you to dress up as Benjamin Franklin of all people, Dico. I thought you were gonna be a professor or a doctor. You know, something sexier than a founding father.” Dico took a bag of shredded cheese out of the fridge and stuffed a handful in his mouth. “That’s boring, babe, nothing’s sexier than a founding father. And anyway, Benjamin Franklin actually got a lot of pussy, so I was way more on theme than you’re giving me credit for.” You snickered, swiping the bag of cheese from him and sticking it back in the fridge. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. So what were you wanting me to do, anyway? I’m guessing you’re not gonna copy Bam.” He pulled out the orange juice and drank straight from the carton, nodding as juice trickled down his chin.

“Figured you might get a little bored if you have to give two handjobs in a row.” You smiled with the slightest bit of amusement at how casually disgusting he was as you took the carton of juice away and put the cap back on. “How thoughtful of you. What did you have in mind, then?” Dico leaned back against the countertop with a little grin, fiddling with the brim of his baseball cap. “I was thinking maybe I could eat you out while you sit on the kitchen table.” Your eyes widened, and you leaned over to feel his forehand with the back of your hand. “Are you feeling okay, Dico? Is there some kind of sickness going around that I wasn’t aware of?” Dico shot you a look, swatting your hand away with a sheepish grin. “Oh come on, it’s not like I never eat you out. I ate you out a couple weeks ago, remember?” You put the container of juice back in the fridge and shrugged. “I mean yeah, Bran, you do it every now and then, and it’s nice, but usually you just ask me for blowjobs, not that I mind it that much. I guess I’m just surprised you’re offering it out of nowhere, and on the table of all places.” He grinned. “I had a dream about it last night. You were sitting on the kitchen table and I was eating you out. It was pretty hot. Aside from the fact that you were dressed like a clown. Actually, now that I think about it, that just made it hotter. You look sexy in clown shoes.” He leaned over to kiss you on the cheek, and you couldn’t help but smile. “That’s definitely what you want to do today? Eat me out on the kitchen table?”

Dico nodded. “Either that or we try the Benjamin Franklin roleplay again.” You laughed. “Guess I’ll go sit on the kitchen table, then.” You set aside the box of pancake mix you’d planned on using and made your way over to the table, sitting down on top of it and pulling up your nightgown to give him access to your panties, and Dico sat down in one of the chairs at the table so he was facing you, pushing your nightgown further up your legs to expose your bare thighs and leaning down so his face was barely an inch away from your pussy. He quickly pulled your panties aside to show off your dripping wet pussy lips, rubbing his fingers over your entrance and just barely pushing one of his fingertips inside you to feel your wetness. Dico grinned. “Damn, already wet and I’ve barely even touched you.” You shrugged. “Maybe jerking Bam off turned me on.” He smirked, pulling his finger away and grabbing at your hips to hold your body steady as he moved his face closer to your pussy. “Whatever you have to tell yourself, (Y/n). Alright, don’t squirm too much. Or do. Whichever one means it feels good. I can never remember.” Dico leaned close and pressed his lips against your wet pussy, staring up at you with a slightly smug look as he circled the tip of his tongue around your clit. You moaned softly under your breath, pushing your hips a little further forward so your pussy was closer to his mouth, and his look became even smugger as he sucked on your sensitive clit.

Dico’s fingers groped and squeezed at your soft thighs, his hands guiding your legs over each of his shoulders to give himself more access to your wet folds, carefully running the tip of his tongue over the line between your pussy lips to taste you. You smiled at how uncharacteristically cautious he was being; as much as he’d protested, the idea that Dico didn’t eat you out all that often was 100 percent accurate, and as a result of his lack of familiarity with it, he was easily the least skilled at it out of the entire household. That’s not to say he was bad; he genuinely tried his best every time, and he never had issues making you cum. He just didn’t dive straight into it with desperate hunger like Bam and Raab did, and he didn’t know all kinds of interesting tongue maneuvers like Rake and Ryan did. He was very straightforward and blunt about it, which was admittedly the thing you liked most about messing around with Dico. No frills, no romance, no flattery. He made you laugh, told you exactly what he wanted to do, and then he did it. As much as you appreciate romance and intimacy, especially from some of the other guys in the group, it was nice to have someone to go to when you weren’t in the mood for sweet, flowery sex. Dico ran his tongue up the length of your pussy again, lapping up the taste of your wetness, and after a moment you gently pushed on the back of his head, motioning for him to get on with it. “Come on, Dico, get in there, it’s not gonna bite you.” He grinned up at you. “You sure about that? I could have sworn I saw a set of teeth down here a few seconds ago.” But he obliged you, his hands still on your thighs to keep himself steady as he pushed his face right up against your pussy, the tip of his nose pressed against your clit as he licked and sucked on your sensitive pussy lips.

You gasped at the feeling of the tip of his tongue penetrating your wet folds, and Dico’s grip on your thighs tightened, the smallest of smirks on his lips as he pulled away to kiss a line up your inner thighs. “When you cum, try not to get it all over the table. Aim it at my mouth. Women can aim, right?” You rolled your eyes at him, bucking your hips up to try and get your pussy back up against his face, and he took the hint, attaching his lips to your clit and sucking on it as he moved one of his hands away from your thighs to push a finger inside you once again. His saliva mixed with your wetness made it nice and slick, and he slid his fingerin and out of your dripping cunt with ease, hooking it up to brush his fingertip against your sensitive spot as his tongue swirled over your clit once again. You wrapped your legs around his neck, pushing his head down so his face was pressed against your pussy once more and his head was clamped between your thighs. Dico aggressively circled his tongue over your clit repeatedly until your legs started to shake, and then he sucked on it over and over again until you were on the brink of orgasm, a loud moan leaving your lips as you bucked your hips against his lips one final time and then came against his mouth. Dico didn’t bother waiting for you to finish before he was already eagerly lapping up your juices from your overstimulated cunt, smiling when you whined softly under your breath and stroked his hair until he pulled away. “Wow, that always ends up tasting way better than I think it will. I always think it’s gonna taste like battery acid and instead it just tastes like pussy.” You laughed, smoothing his hair down as he helped you off the kitchen table and fixed your panties and nightgown. “Very observant of you, Bran. Pussy tastes like pussy. Who could have guessed?” Dico grinned at you.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. How did I do?” You smiled and leaned up to give him a real kiss; Dico liked long, overly noisy kisses when it was just the two of you. “You did great, baby, thank you. Here, let me pay you back before everyone else wakes up.” You reached for the button of his jeans, only to realize there was a wet spot over his crotch, and when you looked up at him, he was grinning with a slightly red face. “Bran….did you cum in your pants while you were eating me out?” He nodded, pulling his jeans away from his boxers with an icked out look. “Yeah. It’s kinda your fault, though. You were thrusting your pussy right up against my face like a porn star, it was really hot. I need to go and change before I get a goddamn rash.” He leaned down to give you another obnoxiously long kiss, and then pulled away with a grin, walking off towards his room. “Smear a little mustard on that pussy before Rake’s turn, he’ll really appreciate it. Tell him it was my idea!” You laughed, shaking your head as you watched him go, and then you went back to the cabinet and got out the box of mix you’d put back; giving a handjob and getting eaten out all in the span of thirty minutes had made you hungry. By the time you’d eaten the pancakes, the rest of the house still hadn’t woken up yet, so you wandered into the living room and flopped down on the couch, turning on the TV and paying only the slightest bit of attention to the show that was on as you waited for the rest of the guys to wake up—“the rest of the guys” meaning Ryan and Raab. Rake had left for work before you’d woken up and wouldn’t be home til later, Bam still wasn’t back from filming stuff with Frantz, and Dico would most likely be upstairs playing his video games for the rest of the day.

The fact that Raab and Ryan were the ones still left in the house was pretty unfortunate for you, given that they slept in way later than everyone else, but it at least gave you some time to chill out and watch TV. Three hours passed, and the boys still hadn’t woken up. You glanced over at the big clock on the wall; 12:30pm on the dot. Jesus, how late did they stay up last night? Just as you were considering going upstairs and playing video games with Dico to pass the time, Raab made his way down the steps, his hair messy and his t-shirt and ratty gym shorts slightly wrinkled. “Did you sleep well, Raab? I was waiting for someone else to wake up, half the day’s already passed.” Raab sleepily rubbed his eyes and smiled at you as he walked over to the couch, crawling on top of you to lay with his head on your chest. “Me and Ryan stayed up until 4am watching some car show on MTV.” You grimaced, stroking Raab’s hair with one hand and rubbing his back with the other. “I can’t say I’m surprised. Ryan probably won’t be up for another four hours.” Raab yawned, shaking his head as he buried his face in between your boobs. “That’s if we’re lucky.” You smiled. “You’re not still tired, are you? You slept for over 8 hours, baby, you should feel great.” Raab sheepishly nodded, glancing up at you with a little grin. “I’m always tired after I stay up that late. Can I just lay here with you for a little bit? I wanna cuddle.” You nodded, pulling him closer to you and playing with his hair. “Sure, baby, not much else for us to do anyway. Just don’t fall asleep again, you might end up drooling all over me like you did last time.”

Raab was always the one you went to when you were in the mood for affection; he was sweet, he was cuddly, and he seemed to get off more from pleasuring you than from you pleasuring him. His only real issue was that he was always too scared to tell you when he was in the mood for sex. The rest of the guys had no issue announcing it right then and there, but Raab would either stay quiet and wait for you to notice first or would just keep it to himself and not tell you until much later, after his boner had already gone away. You knew it was just his fear of not wanting to seem pushy, but it was a little disheartening. He deserved to get off just as much as the rest of the guys, but typically only got off with you about half as much as they did because of how often he went without telling you he was horny. Even now, as you rubbed his back and stroked his hair, you could feel his cock starting to harden against your thigh, yet he still hadn’t said so much as a word about it. “Raab, sweetie, are you hard?” Raab didn’t respond, but you could hear the faintest of whines coming from his mouth as he buried his face even further into your breasts and tightened his grip on your shirt. “Raab? Baby, here, look at me.” You gently tugged on his hair to get him to look up at you, and when he pulled away from your chest, his face was bright red with embarrassment. “You’re allowed to tell me when you’re turned on, baby, you don’t have to hide it. I help the other boys out with it when they ask, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t get the same treatment.” Raab nodded. “I know, but I don’t wanna get on your nerves.”

You smiled. “Baby, you never get on my nerves. I like helping you with that stuff, it’s hot. Besides, you always pay me back for it, don’t you? You make me feel good too, Raab, you can’t forget that.” Raab looked slightly reassured by this, his face a little less red as he rested his head on your shoulder and stared up at you. “That’s true…you promise it won’t get on your nerves?” He gently pressed a line of kisses up your neck, and your smile softened. “Yes, baby, I promise. Now, do you want me to help you with that little problem between your legs or do you just want to cuddle?” Raab sighed, resting his face against your boobs again. “I wish there was a way to do both at the same time.” You giggled, pushing your hand up under his shirt to rub his bare back. “There is a way to do that, Raab. It’s called dry humping.” His face lit up, and he grinned. “Oh, right! I forgot about that. Can we do that, then?” You nodded, helping him slide up so his bulge was pressed to your upper thigh and his face was against your neck, and you wrapped your arms around him to pull his body right up against your own. “Can you kiss me first?” You smiled. “Of course, sweetie, come here.” You leaned down and pressed your lips against his, letting him run his hands up the length of your sides to cup your face, and then he breathlessly pulled away, his face pink and his lips slightly wet with saliva as he moaned softly. You could feel his cock hardening even more against your thigh, and you pushed your leg up against it, eliciting an even louder moan from Raab as he desperately humped his bulge against your thigh.

He fumbled with the neckline of your shirt, trying to tug it downwards, and you helpfully pulled your boobs out for him so he could suck on them; gratefully, he gave you another slightly sloppy kiss and then immediately focused his attention on your boobs, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples and gently sucking on it to anchor himself as he thrust his bulge down against your thigh repeatedly. You soothingly stroked his hair, pressing down on his lower back with your free hand to keep his bulge right up against your thigh so he could lazily grind up against it as he sucked on your tits. You could see a wet spot starting to form over his gym shorts from his precum, and you applied a little extra force as you pushed your thigh up against his bulge once again, prompting Raab to whine against your nipple as he sucked a little harder, drool dripping from his lips. “Is your poor little cock staring to leak, baby? Do you want to take it out?” Raab nodded, reaching down to fumble with his shorts as he pulled his cock out of his boxers, and you cooed over him, stroking the tip with the pad of your thumb as he switched his mouth to your other boob, suckling on your nipple with a peaceful look on his face as he shut his eyes, his hands running over your sides and gently squeezing the breast he wasn’t sucking on. You rubbed another circle over his tip, swiping up some of the precum, and then you pulled up the hem of your nightgown, gently guiding his cock so the tip was between your thighs and pressing down on his lower back to signal for him to start thrusting his cock into the line of space between your thighs, which Raab eagerly obeyed, his lips falling open as he took in the feeling of your soft thighs wrapped around his sensitive pink shaft.

Raab weakly bucked his hips just enough to slide his little cock in and out of the space between your thighs, accidentally scraping his teeth over your nipple when his underside dragged over your soft skin; he pulled away and kissed your nipple apologetically, burying his face in your neck as he continued to fuck your thighs with all the energy he could muster. You wrapped your arms around him to cuddle him close to you like he’d wanted earlier, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours, and you felt his hips begin to stutter, like he was getting close. Soft whimpers left his mouth as he pressed little kisses to the side of your neck, his hands grabbing and pulling at the fabric of your nightgown as he began humping his hips forward with as much force as he could, thrusting with quick, shallow thrusts that brought him even closer to orgasm. Right as he reached the brink of cumming, he forced himself to stop, like he was intentionally edging himself, and then he thrust his cock in between your thighs one more time, as deeply and powerfully as he could, crying out with a loud whine as he coated your inner thighs with his cum. His body immediately collapsed on top of yours, his face buried in your boobs and his arms wrapped around your hips to hold himself as closely to your body as he could. His hair was all messy, his face red and slightly sweaty from how much energy he’d used up, and you comfortingly smoothed his hair down and wiped his forehead, pressing a kiss to the top of his head and rubbing his back as he tried to steady his breathing. You smiled, cuddling him close to your body. “You did so good, Raab. You’re such a good boy for me.”

Raab grinned up at you, cheeks slightly pink as he gave you an adoring look. “Thanks, (Y/n). Here, let me clean up my mess.” He pulled his body away from yours, somewhat begrudgingly, and got up from the couch to grab some tissues from the box on the table, helpfully cleaning his cum off of your inner thighs and throwing away the tissues. He helped you fix your nightgown, pulling it back down to cover your upper legs, and then quickly laid back down on top of you and cuddled himself up against your chest once again. “That was fun, we should do that again sometime.” You laughed. “What, thigh fucking? Sure, anytime you want. Remember what I said, Raab. You can always ask me to do things with you, just like the other guys do. Don’t be afraid to say something.” He nodded. “I won’t. But sometimes I just feel like cuddling, like right now.” You kissed him on the forehead. “We can cuddle for as long as you want, sweetie. Ryan’s still asleep, Dico’s probably not gonna put down the video games for another five hours, and Bam and Rake are working, so it’s just you and me for a little bit.” Raab snuggled up against your chest, laying his head down and closing his eyes as he enjoyed the silence and the feeling of your arms around him and your body underneath him, and the two of you laid there for a while as you took advantage of the unusual peace and quiet. The house was usually loud and crazy, with Bam and Ryan and Dico and the rest all pulling crazy pranks on each other and filming themselves doing dangerous stunts and getting into fistfights with each other for all hours of the day and night, so it was nice to get an hour or two to just relax.

Not that the period of relaxation lasted that long; only a half hour had passed when you heard the sound of someone stomping down the steps, and a quick glance towards the stairs told you that it was Ryan, looking just as sleepy as Raab had but also at least ten times more irritated. “Morning, Ry. Or afternoon, I should I say.” His expression softened a little bit at the sight of you laying out on the couch, and he rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he made his way over to you and Raab. “I made the mistake of leaving my door unlocked last night, so Bam came in while I was sleeping and covered my entire fucking floor in shaving cream and thumbtacks.” You grimaced, stroking Raab’s hair as you stared up at Ryan. “That sucks. Bam’s such a little shit sometimes.” Ryan nodded, picking up you and Raab’s legs and sitting down on the couch, laying your legs back down so they rested over his lap. “Tell me about it. So what’ve you gotten up to today?” You smiled. “Quite a bit, actually. First, Bam woke me up by jumping on me, cuz he wanted to spoon, and then I gave him a quick handjob. Then I got ready and went to go make pancakes, but Dico wanted to eat me out on the kitchen table, so that happened first. Then I made pancakes. And then Raab came down and him and I cuddled for a bit and he thigh-fucked me.” Ryan’s eyebrows raised. “Busy day.” You nodded. “Yep. My schedule’s been jam-packed.” Ryan turned his attention to the show that was on the TV for a moment, subconsciously stroking his thumb over your leg as he leaned back against the couch. You glanced down at Raab, and, to your surprise, he was asleep against your chest.

“I’ve never seen someone take a nap so quickly after waking up from a full eight hours of sleep.” Ryan shrugged, half-smiling. “I’m still tired now and I was asleep for nine hours.” You laughed, leaning over to run your fingers through Ryan’s hair, which was sticking up from where he’d slept on it. “How’d you end up cleaning all that shaving cream up?” Ryan shook his head. “I didn’t. I’m just gonna sleep down here on this couch until it gets on Bam’s nerves and he cleans my floor up himself.” You playfully rolled your eyes as you gently slid yourself out from under Raab, letting him lay out on the couch as you moved to sit in Ryan’s lap. “Sounds like something you’d do. I’d do the same thing, honestly, I hate cleaning up the messes he makes.” Ryan wrapped both arms around your waist, leaning his head against the back of your neck as he pulled you back against him. “Me neither. I don’t know how you stand him sometimes.” Truthfully, you didn’t know either. Bam could be the biggest asshole on earth every now and then, pulling the meanest pranks you’d ever seen and destroying other peoples property without a single ounce of guilt. But at the same time, he could also be the biggest sweetheart when he wanted to be, cuddling you and telling you how pretty you were and randomly buying you things he knew you really wanted simply out of wanting to do something nice for you. This was kind of hard to explain to the other guys, though, especially in situations like this where Bam had done something dickish to one of them, so you merely shrugged with a smile. “No idea. I guess I just have a soft spot for him. And to be fair, the rest of you guys aren’t complete angels either.”

Ryan grinned. “You got me there. I’m not that bad, though, I know how to behave myself most of the time.” You smirked, leaning back against his chest. “Most of the time.” Ryan’s grip on your waist tightened, and he pressed his lips against the space under your ear, his cock hardening underneath you from where you sat in his lap. You glanced back at him with a suggestive smile, purposefully grinding down against the bulge and grinning when Ryan groaned under his breath and tightened his grip on your waist even further. “I think it’s time for your turn, Ry…you’re the only guy in the house right now who hasn’t had yours yet. Rake will get his when he gets home from work tonight, but that won’t be for another three hours.” You could feel Ryan’s lips turn up into a smile against your ear. “Plenty of time for us to do whatever we want.” You nodded, tilting your head back so Ryan could press his lips against yours, and he did, his hand wandering up to grab and squeeze at your breasts through the material of your clothing, fingers deftly circling over your nipples as they hardened under his touch. Ryan’s other hand slipped under the nightgown to rub at your clit through your panties, which were already slightly damp from how wet you were, but you stopped him. “Dico ate me out earlier and Rake’s probably gonna want to fuck me later. I just don’t wanna get too sensitive down there. Maybe I can just focus on you?” Ryan looked slightly surprised and the tiniest bit disappointed, but he nodded. “I mean, I’d be an idiot to say no to that. What did you have in mind, honey?” The nickname always made you melt, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Hmm…how about a blowjob?” Ryan instantly perked up, looking much less irritated than he had earlier. “Fuck yes.” You grinned, immediately getting up from his lap and turning to face him as you dropped to your knees, and you quickly undid the button and zipper of his jeans and pulled his thick, hard cock out, letting it smack against his belly as you admired the sight of it. The tip was flushed red from how hard he was, and you ran the tip of your tongue over his slit, a movement that made Ryan curse under his breath as you took the head of his cock into your mouth and suckled on it. You kept one hand wrapped around the base of his cock to hold it steady as you sank down on it with your lips, taking more and more of his shaft into your mouth as Ryan tangled his fingers in your hair to help guide you all the way down on it. Once your mouth was wrapped all the way around the base of his cock, Ryan cupped your face in his hands and forced you to look up at him, groaning under his breath at the sight of your mouth stuffed with his cock. “Fuck, baby, you look so pretty when you’re taking my dick like this.” You moaned softly on his cock, drooling on it as you pulled it halfway out of your mouth and ran the tip of your tongue over the underside of his shaft, and with your free hand you played with his sack, rubbing and gently squeezing his balls. Ryan let you tease the head of his cock for a little while longer, and then he firmly pushed down on the back of your head, signaling for you to take the entirety of his cock in your mouth once again.

You obediently took his cock into your mouth all the way to the base once again, and he tightened his grip on your hair, holding your mouth down on his cock so the tip was pressed against the back of your throat. You resisted the urge to gag as you got used to the feeling of his cock all the way down your throat, and once you’d gotten used to it, Ryan pulled you all the way up off his shaft and then promptly pushed you all the way back down on it, fucking your throat with a steady rhythm that was just barely slow enough for you to not be gagging on his cock too much. Saliva dripped from your lips and coated his cock and balls in a way that made them even slicker, allowing your mouth to slide off and on his shaft with ease as he fucked your mouth, his hands still cupping your face as he watched your lips stretch out around his fat cock. Ryan fucked your mouth even faster, his balls slapping against your chin as his thick tip rammed against the back of your throat, and he grunted under his breath, his cock twitching in your mouth. “Jesus Christ, baby, your mouth feels so fucking incredible, just keep doing what I show you to do, sweetheart.” He slowed the pace of his thrusts, forcing his cock all the way down your throat and keeping you still in that position for a few seconds before pulling you all the way off of it again so only the head of his cock was in your mouth. “Stick your tongue out for me, honey, I wanna cum all over it.” You obediently stuck your tongue out, and he placed only the tip of his cock on it. “Alright, use your hands now, baby. Be a good girl for me and make me cum, okay?”

You nodded fervently, eager to make him cum all over your tongue, and you jerked him off with both hands, the saliva from your mouth keeping his shaft nice and slick so your hands slid over it easily. You could feel it twitching in your hands, precum steadily dripping from the slit onto your tongue as he got closer to cumming, and Ryan began to curse under his breath, lightly bucking his hips up to make his tip slide over your tongue until he finally came with a loud groan, painting your tongue with his seed. “Keep that mouth open, honey, let me see.” You opened your lips even wider so he could see his cum on your tongue, and a look of satisfaction crossed his face. “Perfect. Go ahead and swallow it for me.” You obediently swallowed it, savoring the salty taste, and he helped you to your feet right away, wiping your mouth for you as you tucked his cock back in and fixed his fly. “Thanks for that, honey, you always know just what to do to cheer me up.” You laughed. “You’re welcome, Ry, anytime. I’m just amazed Raab slept through that.” Raab was still snoozing peacefully on the couch. You led Ryan back over to sit on the couch again, opting to sit next to him instead of directly on his lap so as to not mess with his already overstimulated cock, and you flipped through the channels until you found a movie for the two of you to watch as you waited for either Raab to wake up or for Rake to get home from work; whichever came first. Ryan wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as the two of you watched TV, and you were once again able to enjoy the peace and quiet for a bit.

This time, the peace lasted for quite a while; Raab napped without so much as stirring for well over three hours, Dico remained upstairs playing his video games, and Bam and Rake had yet to return from their respective jobs, so you and Ryan were able to sit and watch movies together until well past 5pm. Just as you were starting to get bored, you heard the sound of the front door opening, and a few moments later Rake walked through the doorway of the living room, looking more than a little exhausted from his long day at work but clearly happy to be back home. You instantly got up and ran over to give him a hug, and he warmly returned it, wrapping his arms around you and letting you bury your face in his neck. “God, it’s nice to get a welcome like that every day when I come home from work.” You pulled away to give him a quick peck on the lips, and Ryan jokingly made a throwing up sound from the couch. “Get a room, assholes.” You shot him a playful look. “I know you’re not talking, Ry. I just sucked your dick in the middle of the living room.” Rake raised an eyebrow. “Damn, a blowjob? I’m jealous.” You grinned. “You won’t be jealous after we go up to your room.” Rake held his arm out, and you linked your own through it. “You’re right, I won’t. Lead the way, my lovely lady.” You giggled, leading him up the stairs towards his room and waving to Ryan as you passed him. “Don’t be too loud, you dickheads, I’m trying to watch a new car show.”

You could barely contain your excitement as you got closer to Rake’s bedroom. If the other guys were full course meals, Rake was a rich dessert and a bottle of expensive wine. He was confident, experienced, skilled, and extremely intimate, and he always made you his main priority during sex. He knew how to be sweet and affectionate but also passionate and a little rough, especially when he needed to blow off steam after a long day at work. Plus, sex with him usually ended with him cuddling you in his bed until you fell asleep, which was the most comfortable feeling ever. As soon as you reached his room, you quickly threw the door open and led him inside, closing and locking the door behind you and pulling him down to kiss you. Rake grabbed at your hips, running his hands up your sides and over your lower back as he slid his tongue into your mouth, and you reached out to grab at his cock through his jeans, prompting Rake to pull away with a pleased look. “Damn, baby, you’re really at it today.” You shrugged with a little grin. “I’ve been looking forward to this all day, ever since Bam woke me up this morning.” Rake frowned, pulling his shirt off and tossing it aside to reveal his bare chest as he led you over to the bed. “Bam woke you up again? Tell me he didn’t jump on you this time.” You grimaced. “I’d be lying if I said he didn’t.” Rake shook his head in annoyance. “You need to start sleeping in here with me more, I’ll beat his ass if he pulls that shit.” You giggled, running your hands up his bare belly and chest appreciatively. “Aw, how sweet. Maybe I’ll take you up on that, if I don’t beat his ass first.”

Rake laid out on the bed and gestured for you to climb on top of him; you straddled his waist, your hands wandering his exposed body as you leaned down to kiss him again, this time much deeper than before, and Rake slid his hands under your nightgown to rub his palms over your thighs and hips, gently squeezing your soft skin in his hands. You pulled away long enough to take off the gown and throw it aside, and Rake immediately began exploring your bare body, rubbing at your pussy through your panties and pinching and twisting your nipples with his long fingers. You could feel his semi-hard cock through his jeans underneath you, and you ground your hips down against the bulge, trying to goad him into taking his cock out so you could fuck him sooner. Rake took the hint and gently pulled you off of his lap long enough to unbuckle his belt and slide his jeans and boxers off, revealing his long, thick cock in a way that made you drool with lust. You immediately took his shaft into your hand and gave it a few teasing pumps, watching it reach full hardness in your grip, and then you pulled your panties aside and hovered over the tip of his cock in preparation. Rake looked slightly surprised at how quickly you were moving with this, but you were desperate to have his big cock inside you already and didn’t feel like waiting. Rake helpfully grabbed your hips and helped you lower yourself down onto his cock head, a low groan leaving his mouth at the sight of the tip of his cock stretching out your tight wet pussy, and you slowly sank down onto the full length of his shaft, gently running your nails down his smooth chest as you adjusted to the feeling.

Rake kept a firm grip on your sides as he pulled you up and down on his cock, stretching your pussy out with his fat cock as the head pressed against your g-spot and occasionally rubbing at your clit with one hand to further stimulate you. “You’re so beautiful, baby, keep bouncing on my cock just like that. Good girl, you’re so perfect for me.” You sank all the way down on his cock again, trying to make it go as deep inside you as it could, but it wasn’t deep enough for your liking, and you knew Rake noticed instantly; he tightened his grip on your hips and quickly flipped you over so he was fucking you missionary style, stuffing your pussy with his cock as he fucked you with slow, deep, powerful thrusts that made you feel full with his dick. “Is that enough for you, baby? You like being all filled up with my dick? I love seeing you like this, baby, seeing you all desperate for my dick to the point where you can’t even stand it. You need it so bad that you just have to have it all the way inside you, don’t you princess? Tell me how good it feels, sweetheart, be nice and loud for me.” He thrust his cock inside you with extra force, ramming your sensitive spot with his cock head, and you threw your head back with a loud moan. “Fuck, Rake, it feels so good, I love having your cock all the way inside me. I need to be filled with your cock, it just feels so right.” Rake nodded and leaned down to press a series of kisses down your neck and collarbone, rubbing at your clit against with one hand and tenderly stroking your face with the other as you neared your orgasm.

Rake pushed his cock all the way inside you again and just barely pushed his hips forward to hump the tip of his cock against your spot until you came all over his cock with a loud whine, your legs shaking and your fingernails digging into his back, and as soon as you had finished cumming, Rake quickly increased the intensity of his pace, thrusting inside you with as much force as he could until he finally filled your pussy with his cum, a rough-sounding moan falling from his lips as he bred your overstimulated cunt. The two of you stayed still for a moment, catching your breath and coming down from your orgasms, and then Rake started to pull out of you; instead, you quickly stopped him. “Leave it in for a little bit, I wanna lay here and cuddle you.” Rake left his cock inside you like you asked but flipped you over again so you were laying on top of him, your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around your back. The feeling of his cock still inside you made you feel full, which in turn was making you feel sleepy, and you could feel your eyelids begin to droop with exhaustion. Rake soothingly petted your hair and rubbed your back as he pulled his comforter over the two of you. “Go ahead and go to sleep, baby, I don’t have work in the morning so we can just cuddle when you wake up.” You nodded sleepily, allowing yourself to shut your eyes and fall asleep in the comfort of Rake’s bed.

That is until about 4 hours later, when you awoke with a start to the feeling of someone throwing their entire body weight on top of you. “Wake up, bitch, you promised I could sleep in your bed with you tonight.” Oh shit, you’d forgotten about Bam. You looked up to see him standing over you with a slightly pissed off expression, Rake still fast asleep underneath you. “Sorry, Bam, Rake and I came in here after he got back from work and I guess we fell asleep afterwards.” Bam rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Just get up and let’s go to your room.” You started to get up, but then Rake woke up and tightened his grip around your waist as he shook his head. “Go back to your own bed, Bam, she’s my bed partner for the night.” Bam frowned. “No way, dickhead, I called dibs this morning.” Rake wasn’t budging, though, so after another moment of staring down at the two of you with a death glare, Bam suddenly pulled up the cover of the comforter and crawled under the blankets, crawling over to snuggle up beside you from where you were laying on top of Rake. “What the hell, Bam? Get out, I don’t what you sleeping in here.” Bam flipped Rake off. “Screw you, dick, I already told you I called dibs. If you’re not gonna honor the dibs system, then I’m just gonna have to sleep in here with you two for the night.” Rake and Bam immediately began arguing, and you playfully rolled your eyes as you buried your face in Rake’s chest. The chances of the two of them fistfighting while you were right there was very high, so there was no point in doing anything other than just closing your eyes and trying to sleep. God, the things I put up with just for the privilege of having sex with these lunatics.

[kristinee]

motel nights w/ knoxville  ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　

[asskickedbygirl]

I would die for a bam x reader enemies to lovers where they’re both pro skaters and she’s like super cool and gnarly and dirty and he can’t stand her but it’s because he’s so attracted to her and pretty much jealous of anybody who gets to breath in her direction

Green-Eyed Monster [Bam Margera x F!Reader]

Desc: You’re a featured skater on Tony’s latest tour and get along with everyone perfectly fine. Well everyone except pretty boy Bam Margera and you’re sure there’s a reason for it.

A/n: been thinking about this request for a while and figured it would be a perfect opportunity to write kinda dom reader for once… ik anon didn’t say smut but my mind went crazy on this idea so… enjoy! also just pretend there was a tony tour with tim idek if there was it’s kinda hard to research…

Warnings: smut (18+), p in v, masturbation, public sex, angst, hate fuck, smoking

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You liked to think you were pretty down to earth. Your humour was always dry and you were mean to anyone who was your friend and maybe even mean to anyone who wasn’t. You got along well with most people, in fact you had made a lot of new friends on Tony’s skate tour he had invited you on. You and Make Vallely got on like a house on fire and Tony was basically your mentor. You had also gotten pretty close with Tim O’Connor but you couldn’t lie, you thought he was pretty cute. The only dude on the bus who didn’t succumb to your boyish charms was none other than MTV pretty boy Bam Margera. He complained about your lack of care for your appearance, made crude comments on your skating and would never let you get a word in without berating you for something you said. And so you decided you didn’t like him either, making living in close quarters pretty awkward for the rest of the gang. Bam would spit something nasty at you and you would snap back, teasing him, a vicious cycle that went on and on.

You stood outside of the tour bus at the gas station, lighting up your cigarette and inhaling it, groaning when you saw the asshole approaching you. “And you wonder why your breath stinks.” He muttered, pulling his own pack of smokes out as well. You rolled your eyes, “Just come out here to yell at me or do you want something? Hmm?” You took another drag as Bam glared at you. “Got a light?” He asked, cigarette between his teeth. You rolled your eyes and took out your zippo, reluctantly lighting it for him through gritted teeth. “My Mom used to tell me if boys were mean to me it meant they had a crush on me.” You teased, making Bam scoff. “I’m sure she told you you were pretty too.” His words could’ve cut you like daggers but they were drenched with dishonesty. You knew you were pretty, pretty enough to pull any of the guys on the tour bus. Bam was just kidding himself. You laughed, taking one last inhale of your cigarette before dropping it and stomping its remnants into the tarmac. “You know if you’re really this pent up, just jerk off in the bathroom like I do with Tim.” You winked before getting back on the bus, Bam merely rolling his eyes at you.

No you weren’t fucking Tim, but the shameless flirting seemed to tick Bam off even more than anything else you did. You’d be skating with Tim and he’d grab you every time you went past him, giggling at his touchiness. Meanwhile, Bam was glaring at you through heavy lids, slamming his board down as if he’d fucked up a trick. While signing decks, Tim would slip his arm over your shoulder or mess up your hair on purpose and Bam would ‘accidentally’ shove into the two of you. It was worst of all when you and Tim would be having quiet conversations in the middle of the night across bunks and Bam would loudly tell the two of you to ‘shut the fuck up.’ and then would release a string of curses until you shut the curtains and succumbed to sleep. For a while you couldn’t understand why he had such a vendetta against you, well specifically you and Tim but you quickly realised the cause. He was jealous. It became so obvious then, every second you spent with Tim his resentment grew and his anger elevated. You rarely saw him smile by the time Tim got touchy with you and you seemed more couple-y than usual. You decided to use this to your advantage. He was kinda hot after all.

You spent the day skating in a massive indoor park with the whole gang. Tony was attempting some crazy trick while the rest of you just messed around. Tim stood behind you on the board at one stage, holding your waist as you laughed, trying to skate with two people. Bam was pissed now, grumbling that he was gonna take a piss to Mike and stomping off in a huff. Nows your chance. You told Tim you’d be right back and so followed Bam to the men’s room. Once you entered behind him you quietly locked the door before biting your lip. Bam glanced over his shoulder as he pissed, trying to take a look at who was behind him but groaning when he saw it was you. “What the fuck are you doing in the Men’s freak?!” You smiled before hoisting yourself up on the slightly grimey counter, swinging your legs childishly. “Thought you might want company.” He muttered some grievances as he tucked his dick back in his pants, not letting you take a peek. “I’m fucking out of here.” He went to head out but you kicked your leg out, barricading him from exiting. “No, talk to me.” He gave you a dirty look while your calf still pressed into his stomach. “What the fuck do you want then?” You frowned, “You didn’t wash your hands.” He scoffed, a common quirk of his. “My dick isn’t minging, thanks.” “Well you don’t know that.” He rolled his eyes. “You’re sitting on the sink anyways.” You took your bottom lip into your mouth and lifted yourself up, bringing your legs around the sink so the faucet was right in front of your heat.

He looked up at you, his eyes judging as hard as possible but you could tell there was a hint of excitement buried under them. You smiled, eyes glimmering with lust. “What the fuck are you doing?” He spat and you shot him a look of false confusion. “What do you mean? You can wash your hands now!” You leaned back against the mirror to angle your hips more forward teasingly. Bam rolled his eyes and gave in to your little scheme, turning it on and rubbing the liquid soap into his palm. You moaned quietly, laughing through it “Wow Margera, you really know how to please a woman!” You teased, referencing the obvious innuendo between your legs. He turned the stream off and rolled his eyes at you. “What are you playing at?” You grinned again, then tilted your head and presented fake puppy dog eyes. “Why do you hate me so much.” He scoffed once again. “I don’t hate you. I just don’t really like you.” You raised a brow. “Or do you just hate me with Tim?” He rolled his eyes with even more exaggeration than ever before. “You’re delusional.” You pouted, “Am I? Or do you just not want him to fuck me?” You saw some scarlet creep onto Bam’s cheeks as he acted like you were crazy. “What the fuck are you even talking about?” You pushed yourself forward a little more so your heat was pressed against the faucet through the fabric of your cargos, touching your clit lightly. “Think about it. If me and Tim start fucking all you’re gonna hear at night is-“ You began mimicking being fucked, your hips snapping against the faucet and your face contorted with fake pleasure. You moaned pornographically, “Oh fuck Tim!” You slammed your hand against the counter. “Right there, right there!”

Bam slapped his hand against your mouth, ceasing your movements and noises. “What the fuck are you doing?!” He looked disgusted, a fake disgust disguising his real feelings. You smiled, “Oh sorry, Am I getting you hard?” You murmured beneath his palm before he removed it, wiping it on his shirt. “Yeah it makes sense now see? If Tim fucks me good and I’m real nice and loud right above you on the bunk, you’re gonna get hard. And then what are you gonna do?” Bam was embarrassingly red now, arousal clouding his mind. “Or…” You began, leaning your torso forward so your face was closer to his. “You wanna be the one fucking me.” Bam pushed your chest back so you were against the mirror once more. “The fuck has gotten into you?” You pouted sarcastically, “Not you.” He poked his tongue into the side of his cheek as you leaned forward again, hand snaking up to hold his face, he didn’t stop you. “Tell me you want me.” You whispered, eyes locking into his, only inches apart. He tried to maintain his disgusted expression but it was faltering quickly, his confidence dissipating as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “I don’t want you.” You smiled and leaned into him, your lips just brushing his. You felt him lean in closer and press against you but you leaned back. “Uh, uh. Tell me.” The taunting was relentless, you really were such a tease. To sweeten the deal you lifted his hand that was gripping the counter to rest on your inner thigh. You gazed into his eyes once again and grinned as you saw how flustered Bam looked. “C’mon. Give in and just fuck me already.” You pushed your hips forward again to press your clit against the faucet, earning yourself a moan which caused Bam’s eyes to light up. He reached his hands up to hold your waist before pulling you forward, encouraging you to grind against the surface. You laughed, “You want me to get off on a sink?” Bam bit his lip, only responding by pulling you more forcefully against it.

You moaned at the contact before giving in to his wishes, shifting your hips to rub yourself against it. Bam watched you with awe as you did so, your face contorting with pleasure, the fabric of your pants giving you the right amount of friction to get off. You threw your head back against the mirror as your hands steadied themselves on Bam’s shoulders, his hands still gripping your waist. Eventually you were going fast, building yourself up for your big finish, exaggerating each motion and noise leaving your lips. “Are you hard?” You panted and Bam nodded enthusiastically. “You gonna fuck me after this?�� He nodded again and you smiled, blissed out. “So you want me?” “Yeah.” Bam croaked out, still focused on making you come fully clothed. “I’m gonna come.” You moaned out, fingers digging into Bam’s flesh as you rode out your high, hips stuttering against the faucet while slowly grinding.

“That was fucking hot.” Bam breathed out, releasing his grip on your waist. You swung your leg over the faucet and sat on the smooth part of the counter, grabbing Bam by his collar and kissing him roughly. You fumbled to pull down your pants and unbuckle Bam’s belt, opting to leave your shirts on as this was only supposed to be a quickie anyways. Bam pulled your panties down swiftly off of your body, leaving them to hang around your ankles. You reached into his boxers and pulled out his cock. You couldn’t help but snicker a little as you pumped him. “What?” He asked, looking a little pissed off. “Oh nothing. Just knew you were compensating for something.” Bam was angry now. “The fucks that supposed to mean?!” He pulled your ass down the counter to get a better angle of your heat. You laughed, “Alright, come on and fuck me pretty boy.” You wrapped your arms around Bam’s neck as he entered you, not even wincing. “God is that all of it?” You teased, Bam’s face a violent red as he bottomed out into you. “Shut the fuck up slut.” Bam spat and you grinned. He was doing exactly what you wanted. His thrusts became more erratic, slamming into you but barely giving pleasure. You jokingly yawned which really pissed Bam off. He grabbed your face with his hand, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Don’t act like you weren’t fucking yourself against a faucet right in front of me two minutes ago, whore.” He spat and you simply smiled. “Am I being a bad girl?” You teased, inciting cringe-worthy dirty talk.

Bam moved his hands down to grasp at your ass, slamming you down on top of him as he thrusted. “Even the faucet made me feel better.” You whispered, the anger fueling Bam to get rougher. His hips were slamming against yours then, using all his might to fuck you properly. Soon enough Bam gave up on making you come that way, instead using his thumb on the hand that wasn’t now squeezing your throat to rub at your clit. You breathed heavier, still managing to spew insults between pants. “I bet Tim has a better cock than you.” His hand tightened around your throat. “Say that again bitch.” You tried to croak it out but his hand was even tighter now, the restriction sending shocks of pleasure down to your core. He loosened his grip as he began properly plowing into you, thumb moving at an intense speed. “Come for me slut.” He demanded and you giggled at his dirty talk. “Yes Sir Margera.” You teased but eventually obliged, finishing with a loud moan, head against the mirror. His thumb continued to rub your clit with vigour, refusing to remove it when you tried pushing him away. The overstimulation was getting too much until he had built you up to that place again, just teetering on the edge. “I’m coming.” He groaned, breathing heavily as he just about made you come for the third time before his thumb stopped moving, spilling into you.

You whimpered at the feeling of his cum inside you. “I didn’t say you could come there.” You complained. Bam muttered an ‘oh shit’ and pulled out of you, watching the liquid spill out. “Fuck. You on the pill?” You laughed, “Yeah I just don’t want to skate with your cum dripping down my leg.” He shrugged and pulled you panties back up. “Problem solved.” You rolled your eyes, “Tim can fuck it back into me anyways.” Bam shot you a disdainful look and you cackled. “What’s wrong? First time a girl ever talked back to you in bed?” Bam muttered something incomprehensible under his breath, stuffing his dick back into his jeans. “I know you liked it.” He glared at you, fixing his hair in the mirror and preparing to leave the bathroom. “You’re an asshole.” He spat and you laughed, “Means a lot coming from the best.” Bam stormed out, leaving you with just your cargos pooled around your ankles, sadistic smile still playing on your face.

End.

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

[bambimargera]

Hell or Helsinki (Bam x Ville)

Bam finds out his girlfriend has been cheating on him and decides he needs to get away to clear his head.

prt. 1 of ?

contains: crying, drinking, slight smut

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“I know dude, I’m so sorry..” Novak tried as hard as he could to keep Bam from exploding, having learned from past experiences that the rowdy skateboarder doesn’t typically handle bad news with grace. “I thought it would be best if you heard it from a friend, and not some stupid tabloid..” The blondes concern continued, watching with caution as Bam paced around his room frantically throwing a few things in his bag. “You could do way better than her any-“

“I fucking know i can, that’s why i can’t believe she would cheat!” Bam interrupted and threw a shirt at Novak, taking little effort to knock him down onto the bed. “I’m leaving, don’t follow me.” He warned, slamming the door of the bedroom behind him. His stomps echoed through the castle, alerting everyone that something was wrong. “Bam! Bam where are you going in such a hurry?!” April yelled as she ran towards the front door, hoping to block his path before he would inevitably do something stupid. Bam stomped down the stairs to stand in front of her, his eyes glossy and bloodshot. “Hell or Helsinki, I’ll figure it out.” He grabbed April by the shoulders and moved her out of the way to fling open the door, leaving without so much of goodbye. “Bam take your jacket! Please call when you get to where you’re going! We love you!” April yelled into the snowy sunrise, watching as Bam wasted no time in zooming off in his Lamborghini.

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The snow against his face felt like an attack from a million frozen little bees. Bam was warned by many flight attendants to be careful once they landed, Helsinki had just been hit with the worst snow storm of the season. The street lights illuminated the blowing snow like billions of frozen confetti pieces under a spotlight. Bam didn’t care, he needed to be in the arms of someone who understood about him better than anyone else. He trudged though the snow in his frozen sneakers, sinking deeper into self hatred as he thought about the parka he had basically thrown back in April’s face before leaving. Bam stopped and attempted to read the street signs; wishing he would’ve brushed up on his Finnish, he trekked on. His grey blazer was throughly soaked and caked with snow, ‘just make it to the hotel’ he thought.

Bam walked for what felt like hours in the storm, all of his exposed skin turning a bright shade of purplish red. How much further could it possibly be? He asked himself as he sat down on the stairs of a beautiful antique stone building to collect his thoughts. Bam knew he couldn’t sit for long, he was cold and only getting colder- he needed to get to that hotel. If only he had remembered his phone, he could’ve called Ville. If only he hadn’t of turned down the coat from his mom, he’d probably be further away from hypothermia. Maybe he did deserve to get cheated on, he was the worst boyfriend ever. Just like that, the all consuming negative thoughts came crashing down. Thoughts of giving up completely and retreating into a snow bank for a long nap crossed his mind. Bam didn’t even try to hold it back anymore, and let himself sob as the snow blasted all around him. The tears stung his cheeks, freezing before they could even complete their journey of rolling off of his chin.

“Bam? Bam is that you?!” Bam Instantly recognized the voice, and his swollen doe eyes squinted around to get a glimpse through the snow; nobody there. He put his head back into his hands and began to cry even harder, was he so crazy he was just hearing voices now?? Bam was a mess.

“Get up dummy! You’re gonna die out here!” Ville shouted out the window of a black Audi that had been hidden through the thick sheets of falling snow, and motioned for the crying skater to join him. Bam’s head shot up like a deer in head lights, and he slowly got up and waddled his way to the passenger side door. Ville studied the smaller mans movements with concern as he settled himself in the seat, his face was nearly blue and stained with frozen tears. The pair didn’t say a word to each other as Ville began to drive down the road, and the pent up negative energy in Bam was begging to be unleashed. Ville had been furious with Bam, searching and calling for hours with no answer had made every fibre in his body anxious. He didn’t expect to find his friend in this state, and really didn’t want to set him off any further.

Bam had locked his gaze out the side window, attempting to hide his pathetic break down from Ville. He softly wiped his cheek and sniffled quietly, the emotions working their way back up the poor mans throat. “Do.. do you wanna talk about what happened? You know you can tell me anything buddy.” Ville’s soft voice was nearly a whisper, hoping to chip away at the obvious walls Bam had put up around himself. “No!” The skater barked, “I just got off a 10 hour fucking flight, my fucking girlfriend is cheating on me, and i forgot my phone!” The hot tears began streaming down his face and he collapsed into his hands. Ville screeched the car to a stop and pulled to the side of the empty road, instinctively placing a hand on Bam’s knee to comfort him. “Am I a bad person? I.. I don’t know anymore.. Is this karma for being a bad person? Ville I’ve never been in so much pain in my life..” Ville’s eyes widened in shock, completely gobsmacked to discover these dark thoughts that Bam was having, it was so unlike him. “I need a drink. Take me to the drinks.” Bam’s voice was strangely monotone as he attempted to compose himself, his face almost fully thawed. Ville smiled softly and pulled back onto the road towards the hotel.

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“Something strong that doesn’t taste like ass!” Bam yelled towards the bar as he trudged his way to the back, taking off and tossing his jacket deep into a booth. The waitresses all stopped and stared at Ville as he sheepishly walked up towards the bar, hoping he would clarify what his grumpy friend had shouted at them.

“Luckily, they were out of ass juice. I got us double vodka pineapples.” Ville smiled as he slid into the open end of the booth, sliding the glass over to the sulking skater. Bam grunted, meaning ‘thanks’, and chugged the entire glass and threw it across the bar sending broken glass shards everywhere. The entire bar got quiet, shattered glass littering the floor. “What?! Mind your own business you fucks!” Bam screamed at no in in particular, attempting to shimmy out of the booth. Panicked, Ville grabbed Bam’s hand and held him at the table. “Bam please, relax. We can drink as much as you want, as long as you don’t get us kicked out!” He chuckled as he looked Bam over with a mixture of worry and pity, and began softly rubbing his hand with his thumb.

A waitress brought over another round of drinks and shots, hoping that liquoring up the pair would calm the smaller one down. Bam instantly downed his drink and the shot like water, and slammed the glasses down on the table. He sighed for a moment and looked down at the contrast between his small hand in the large Finnish mitt. “Fuck me.” Bam declared, locking eyes with Ville. “What?!” The taller man choked, completely caught off guard. “I want you, to fuck me. Rail me into the headboard, break my fucking back- use me... please, i want to feel desirable to someone that cares about me..” The drunken desperation became more evident in every word, Ville sipped his drink and thought of how he could politely let his already hurt friend down gently. Bam didn’t appreciate this silence, and leaned over the table to get closer to Villes face. “Y’know..” He stuttered, “I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to be came in..” Bam whispered just centimetres from Villes face, obnoxiously breathing in his scent.

Ville audibly swallowed his anxiety. “Bam you’re drunk, and you’re in pain.. We should just get you up to bed and safe.” Ville’s deep voice rattled as he worked up the courage to meet the pained blue eyes, still batting their eyelashes only inches from his face. “I think you’re just scared you’d fall in love with me..” Bam smirked and he threw himself back down in the booth. Ville was almost relived that the drunken flirting had ceased, he knew he would give in eventually if it was kept up. He took a few gulps of his drink until he felt fingers delicately walking up his thigh; and looked down to see Bam under the table eagerly looking up at him. Ville grabbed Bam’s hand and pulled him up to sit on his lap, deeply embarrassed of how Bam was behaving in such a nice place. “You don’t have to beg me baby, be careful what you wish for.. Now, get your ass upstairs.” Ville whispered into the crook of Bam’s neck, feeling him shiver with every word. Bam smiled and drunkenly hopped out of the booth and hobbled towards the door, “Charge 210 babe!” Ville followed the wobbly skater on his quest to the elevator and tried his hardest to contain a laugh; they were in room 417.

~♡~♡~

To be continued~

[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."

[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...

[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

[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.

[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