#joe frantz smut

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i have so many smuts hidden away in my notes app and im contemplating on posting some here but i am afraid they will absolutely flop

i've got johnny, bam, ryan, dico and joe frantz

PLEASE lmk if i actually should post them bc im stressing

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there is a criminally low amount of joe frantz content on this app

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The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Switch Roles During Sex [Short Smut Drabble]

Quick little drabble about what Rake, Frantz, Raab, Dico, and Novak would be like if they each played the opposite role from what they usually play during sex. Frantz, Rake, and Dico try out being submissive, and Raab and Novak try out being dominant. I’m doing one long paragraph for each of them! @chasingwinehouse thanks for giving me plenty of cool ideas! <3

Notes: I really like the Raab concept here, let me know if you want a full fic for it. Also, here’s a couple warnings: Dico’s part involves you being rough with him (degrading, slapping and light choking), Novak’s part involves him calling himself daddy, Raab’s part involves him slipping up and calling you mommy once or twice and also attempting (and failing) to degrade you, and Frantz’s part involves him whining when you pull his hair. Rake’s part doesn’t need any warnings.

@butttxray credit to you for the Frantz hair pulling idea that I use in his section!

@asskickedbygirl tagging you as always.

Brandon DiCamillo:

For what was probably the first time in his entire life, Brandon DiCamillo was gonna be put in his place. He was on his knees in front of you, staring up at you with that same cocky, condescending, ‘I’m laughing at a joke that no one gets except me’ smile he always had on his face. That smile you were determined to wipe off. You’d already removed all of his clothes to make him feel more vulnerable and breakable—now all you had to do was break him. You roughly grabbed him by the chin, staring him down with an unflinchingly dark look as you decided what you wanted to do with him first. “Naked on your knees like a little bitch and yet you’ve still got that fucking look on your face. What’s it gonna take to wipe it off?” Dico’s grin widened, and he shrugged, not the least bit affected by how tightly you were squeezing his jaw. “I dunno, babe, how ‘bout a gimp mask and some nipple clamps—” You cut him off with a firm smack across the cheek, and he instantly went silent, staring up at you with a slightly shocked (but not pained) look. “That was a rhetorical question, bitch, don’t speak unless I tell you that you can.” The grin came back, and he instantly went against your orders by talking back once again. “How was I supposed to know it wasn’t a real question, it sounded like a —” You cut him off with yet another smack across the cheek, and then, just to really get your point across, you wrapped your hand around the base of his neck and applied enough pressure to get a reaction from him, a slightly choked sound leaving his mouth as he stared up at you with a slightly fearful expression, his cock suddenly hard as a rock against his thigh. The smirk was finally gone.

Brandon Novak:

“Just like that, baby, suck Daddy’s dick. Mmm, fuck, that’s good. Get Daddy’s cock nice and wet, baby, just like that.” It wasn’t often that Novak got to be the one in charge during sex, but when he did, he fully committed to the role. Novak loved to show off his dirty-talking abilities, especially while you were sucking him off, and he had a real talent for degrading you in the most encouraging way possible. He pushed your head further down, forcing you to take his entire shaft into your mouth, his slick tip hitting the back of your throat, and you ran your tongue up and down the underside of his cock, eliciting a pleased moan from him in response. You pulled your mouth off of his cock to swirl your tongue over the head of his cock, letting your drool coat the tip and then taking the whole head into your mouth to suck on it. Novak stared down at you with a domineering look that he reserved only for these moments, and it only spurned you on more, leading to you enthusiastically taking the whole shaft into your mouth again. “Yeah, baby, you like sucking on that big fat cock, don’t you? You love having Daddy’s dick in your mouth, don’t you? Come on, baby, all the way down your throat, just like that.” He forced your head down again, and you allowed him to shove his cock down your throat, saliva dripping from your mouth onto his cock as he face-fucked you. You knew this side of Novak wasn’t gonna be around for too long; he kept it up for as long as the blowjob lasted, but once he came, he was usually done being dominant for the rest of the week. But that was fine with you; you’d just appreciate the moment while it lasted. “Keep it up, baby, Daddy’s so close to cumming.”

Chris Raab/Raab Himself:

“Okay, so, uh, mommy—fuck, I mean, uh…what do I call you while I’m doing this?” Raab looked at you with uncertainty as he stood next to the bed, waiting for you to get comfortable on your back so he could get on top of you. He was clad only in his boxers, his cute little cock already clearly hard and leaking through the fabric as he admired the sight of your naked body. As excited as he was, though, he was also clearly a little nervous. Being in charge was far from something he was used to doing; it wasn’t that he preferred receiving over giving (quite the opposite, actually, given his people-pleaser tendencies), it was just that his personality wasn’t quite suited for being bossy or giving orders. But you had really wanted to try this, and he was more than happy to oblige you. You smiled up at him reassuringly, leaning over to grab his hand as you pulled him onto the bed and helped him get on top of you. “You’re in charge here, baby, you decide what to call me.” Raab still looked uncertain, so you whispered a suggestion. “How about just calling me by my name?” Raab nodded, looking very relieved that you’d helped him out. “Right! Right. Okay, uh, here’s what you’re gonna do, (Y/n). You’re gonna lay right here and take my dick like a good little slut.” You raised your eyebrows at the comment, wondering if Raab had been hiding a secret dirty dom side, but his face crinkled up almost immediately and he shook his head. “I didn’t like that, I’m sorry, mommy—I mean (Y/n). I’m not gonna do that again.” You smiled. “That’s okay, Raab, just stick to what you like.” He nodded, gently lining his cock up with your pussy as he thought over what he actually wanted to do. “I like calling you pretty.” You giggled. “Do that, then.” He leaned down to kiss you, and gently pushed the head of his cock inside you as he spoke. “Right. Okay. In that case, you’re gonna lay here and look nice and be pretty for me while I fuck you, okay?” Raab momentarily stopped what he was doing to shoot you a questioning look. “How was that? Was that good?” You grinned. “Yes, baby, that was good.”

Joe Frantz:

Frantz had never been much of a submissive type. When it came to sex, he liked being rough, fast, and aggressive, degrading you under his breath in a low, growly tone and smacking your ass and thrusting inside you until you came around his long, fat cock; the idea of him ever letting you be in charge during sex was unlikely at best and downright laughable at worst. But when it came to eating you out? That was a different story. You lowered yourself down onto Frantz’s face, moaning softly when he pressed his lips against your pussy to kiss it and stared up at you with a vulnerable, awestruck look that felt almost uncharacteristically submissive for someone as domineering as Frantz usually was. He ran his tongue over the lips of your pussy, squeezing his eyes shut and moaning softly as he savored your taste, and you fisted your fingers into his hair, giving it a rough tug that made him whine against your pussy pathetically like a whore. Something about having you on top of him, pussy against his mouth and hand tangled in his hair, turned Frantz into a whining mess; it was a side of him you quite literally never saw anywhere else, and it always shocked you when you did see it. It felt almost too vulnerable, like the taste of your pussy alone was enough to make him weak. You tugged on his hair again, and another whine left his mouth, his lips wrapped around your clit as he sucked on it with as much energy as he could muster, opening his eyes to look up at you again with that vulnerable look. In any other instance, Frantz would have been his usual domineering self, but in this little moment, with his face smushed between your legs, Frantz’s only purpose was to whine and beg and stare up at you pleadingly as he worshipped your pussy. To lap up your juices and suck on your clit and moan at the taste. To be your little bitch.

Rake Yohn:

“You sure you’ve got this, princess? You can take it from here? If you need help, just say so and I’ll show you how to—” You cut Rake off with a wave of your hand as he finished taking off his clothes and laid down on the bed on his back. “I’ve got it, Rake, don’t worry about it. And don’t call me that while we’re doing this, I’m in charge here.” Rake grinned with amusement, watching you as you stripped down to your bra and panties and climbed on top of him to straddle his lap. “You’re right, how could I forget? You’re not a princess anymore, you’re my Queen.” You blushed at the new name, pointedly ignoring his obvious amusement and leaned down to kiss him, and he ran his hands up your back, hips and thighs appreciatively, his cock already hardening underneath you. You pulled away with a smirk, running your hands down his bare chest and giving him the sexiest look you could muster as you ground your hips down against his to rub against his bulge. He raised his eyebrows at you with a soft moan, clearly slightly surprised at how easily you were assuming the dominant role. Rake was pretty much always in control, so he had just assumed that you wouldn’t know what to do once the roles were reversed. Unbeknownst to him, however, you’d been looking forward to doing something like this for a while. You wrapped your hand around the base of Rake’s long, thick shaft, hovering over it so your dripping wet pussy was barely an inch away from the tip, and Rake’s hands automatically shot up to grab at your hips supportively. “Beg for it.” Rake looked up at you, surprised. “Sorry, my Queen?” You smirked. “You heard me, baby. Beg me to ride you.” Rake’s look of shock turned to one of pride, and he smiled. “You’ve really got the hang of this, haven’t you?” You grinned. “I learned from the best, baby.”

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Radio Bam - F!Reader Fic

Episode Two

ep one - ep three - ep four

Desc: Episode two of self insert radio bam fic! basically you’re a regular on radio bam.

A/n: high demand part 2 (three people), hope you guys enjoy feel free to give me ideas or suggestions for the next parts in my requests! i will be making this a series!

Warnings: mentions of sex

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Dico: *aaaauuuuughhh* Weeeeelcome to Radio Bam everyone! Haha… on todays episode we got the one, the only, the Dreamseller himself, Brandon Novak. Couldn’t get rid of him if you tried! We also got sir Joe Frantz, Jessie Margera, our own hot pants Y/n, myself Dico aaaaand Baaaaam Margera!

Novak: What the fuck was that supposed to mean?!

Y/n: You’re like a really haggard case of herpes!

Novak: Yeah I bet you would know field fucker!

Y/n: Is this how I’m gonna be referred to as now?

Frantz: It sounds like you fuck fields.

Bam: No she just fucks in fields.

Jess: Oh my god I forgot about that.

Dico: You don’t listen to the show Jessie? If you did you would know my deepest darkest secret was aired out on live radio!

Jess: I have a life Brandon.

Frantz: Was this when a farmer watched you cum in Y/n?

Y/n: You know I don’t think we need to repeat the story.

Dico: Yeah can we not please.

Bam: Too traumatic?

Dico: Too soon.

*room laughs*

Jess: Man that was like ten years ago.

Dico: It’ll never be far enough away.

Novak: Did you guys even date after fucking in a field or what?

Y/n: Nah, we were just friends that wanted to lose our virginities.

Jess: Yeah except you guys acted like fucking idiots for months afterwards and I had to deal with it!

Bam: Oh shit yeah! Working at the movie theatre?

Jess: I was like a child who’s divorced parents wouldn’t speak to each other.

Y/n: Hey it’s not my fault Brandon wouldn’t look me in the eye for at least four months!

Dico: Okay but how did you expect me to redeem myself after an old guy witnessed me orgasming?

Y/n: Hey it was bad for me too! He saw my tits!

Novak: Lucky man.

Y/n: I was sixteen Novak.

Frantz: Wait you guys were like fully naked?

Y/n: No I just had my shirt pulled up. We’re not that weird.

Dico: At least you were wearing a skirt, I had to run away with my ass still hanging out.

Bam: What I wouldn’t pay to see that again.

Dico: Oh shit! Look who’s decided to join us everyone, listeners the one and only Random Hero, Ryan Dunn has entered the building!

Bam: You’re fucking late dickhead!

Ryan: It’s 7:03!

Frantz: Yeah that means we started three minutes ago genius.

Y/n: Professionalism at it’s finest ladies and gentlemen.

Ryan: Alright, alright, settle down weirdos.

Bam: Wait a minute, is this now the second person that’s slept with Y/n to join the show tonight?

Jess: Oh shit!

Y/n: This is not making me look very respectable.

Frantz: There should be a radio show for all the guys Y/n’s fucked.

Y/n: It would just be Dico, Ryan and a bunch of pro skaters.

Novak: Rubbing salt in the wound babe.

Bam: Wait which pro skaters did you fuck? I know of like two.

Y/n: I’m not answering that question on air. I’ve already lost enough self respect.

Dico: That was gone a long time ago.

Novak: Well you know to really hit rock bottom you gotta fuck me.

Y/n: I admire the fact you think I want to hit rock bottom Novak.

Novak: Only way is up babe.

Bam: Well now that Ryan and Y/n are both here, I think it’s time to tell the story of how Y/n got fired from the movie theatre.

Ryan: Oh christ.

Y/n: People I know listen to this Bam! My parents still think I quit!

Frantz: It’s too good to not tell.

Novak: Is this a dirty story?

Bam: Always with Y/n Novak. Always.

Y/n: My reputation is being tarnished.

Dico: What reputation?

Y/n: Enough!

Jess: Are you guys gonna tell the story or do I have to?

Ryan: There isn’t much of a story to tell.

Y/n: I mean for context Ryan and I dated for about a year after high school.

Novak: He stole your girl Dico?

Y/n: I am public domain.

Frantz: Yeah we know.

Novak: This is just hurting my feelings more and more hot pants.

Bam: Can we get back to the story please?

Y/n: Yeah okay so, as we know Dico, Jess and I worked at our local theatre and we could get free tickets so Ryan and I were there pretty often.

Ryan: I’m a cheap date.

Y/n: Well one day we were seeing some dumb movie at like 11pm on a Tuesday so like, ghost town right? No one in the theatre.

Novak: Oh I know where this is going.

Ryan: I think it was Happy Gilmore.

Bam: What?

Ryan: The movie was Happy Gilmore.

Frantz: You guys fucked to an Adam Sandler golf movie?!

Y/n: Way to ruin the suspense Frantz!

Jess: You guys fucking suck at telling stories.

Y/n: Can I continue?

Bam: Go on.

Y/n: Right so, we’re making out and Ryan starts moving my hand down to his crotch.

Ryan: You’re making me sound like a sleaze!

Y/n: Well it’s what happened! Anyways, since I worked there I knew that screen didn’t have any cameras, and if anyone were to go in the projection room they wouldn’t be able to see us cause’ of where we sat so I thought, fuck it! I started jerking him off or whatever.

Ryan: This is humiliating.

Y/n: Well you know it gets worse! I was thinking more and realised, realistically we could fuck and no one would notice. And we’re eighteen and stupid.

Frantz: A common trait for you.

Y/n: Whatever. So I whisper to him ‘do you wanna fuck?’ and he’s game, obviously. So we manoeuvre around and I’m on top and we start… you know.

Novak: Fucking.

Y/n: Thank you Novak. So yeah, but in the mean time I assumed only Dico and Jess were working that night since it was a ghost town. But little did I know, our manager-

Dico: The fart one.

Y/n: Yeah the fart one. He was on shift and he was a tightass that used to do ‘screen checks’ to make sure people aren’t being rowdy or something.

Jess: And to make sure couples aren’t fucking.

Y/n: Yeah that too. So anyways I’m sure everyone knows where I’m going with this, my manager walked in on me riding Ryan.

Dico: In a filthy fucking movie theatre!

Bam: Yeah that place was fucking minging, you guys probably caught a venereal disease from doing that.

Ryan: Probably.

Novak: Do you have some crazy fucking exhibitionist kink Y/n? Why have you been caught fucking by old men TWICE.

Frantz: She’s into other people being into voyeurism.

Y/n: Not funny.

Bam: What even happened after he walked in I forget.

Y/n: I mean I immediately got off Ryan and started apologising and covering myself. He just walked out and told me to come outside of the screen to have ‘a talk’.

Ryan: I had to sit there watching Happy Gilmore while she went outside.

*Room erupts into laughter*

Bam: Why the fuck didn’t you leave with her?!

Ryan: I did not want to look fart man in the eyes.

Y/n: Yeah well while you were enjoying the movie he basically called me a whore and fired me.

Frantz: He called you a whore?

Y/n: Well he said I ‘should be ashamed of my promiscuity’ and that I’m ‘no longer an employee’ and to tell my boyfriend neither of us are welcome back in the theatre.

Novak: You guys got fucking banned?!

Ryan: Big time.

Y/n: Do you think if we went back they would let us in?

Jess: I doubt fart man is still knocking around.

Ryan: Maybe our pictures are hung up on the walls with banned written under them.

Dico: No but we had a thorough staff meeting regarding ‘screen checks’ and why they’re so important after the incident.

Y/n: It’s not like you guys lasted long after I was fired.

Jess: Yeah Dico is not half as good as a coworker as you.

Y/n: Awwwww. You were the best coworker too Jessie!

Novak: Alright stop rubbing each others backs.

Frantz: I feel like that’s the nicest expression I’ve heard Novak use

Novak: Alright sorry, jacking each other off!

Y/n: Been there done that.

Novak: Are you fucking serious?!

Y/n: No.

End.

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PREVIOUSLY CALLED jane-todd-maximoff

Masterlist

what i write for Arcane/league of legends Dc X-men the witcher (books/game/Netflix/movie),ghost, jackass/CKY, HIM.

my inbox is open for a request until i say it is not i write for any character from that fandom. 

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📖 = x Reader 

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📕 = ships

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updated 11/1/24

JACKASS/CKY Crew

London after midnight - CKY CRUE X reader 📖

My kinda lover - Johnny Knoxville x FEM reader 📖

Keep god out of California! And keep the devil inside of you. - Chris Pontius x reader smut 📖

CKY boys helping you dyeing your hair head cannons 📖 ✉

Meet the parents - joe frantz x reader (WIP) HC 📖 ✉

Loving machine - Brandon DiCamillo x reader (WIP) 📖

Dream about me - joe Frantz x reader (WIP) 📖

HIM

DAY SIX HUNDRED AND SIXTY SIX - Ville Valo x reader📖

ANGEL OF DEATH - ville valo x reader 📖

All The things I love about You - Ville Valo x Fem reader (WIP) 📖

GHOST

Primo emeritus digital art

Random Copia sketch

We All Break - Ghost Primo and Terzo 📜

Afternoon naps - 📖 CARDINAL COPIA / READER 📖 

Rest -Primo emeritus x sibling of sin 📖

Arcane/league of legends

Meeting jinx for the first time ✉

Nightmares with Viktor ✉

melvik ✉ 📕📜

Viktor with a fem s/o with PCOS ✉

Sevika with a childish s/o ✉

we had everything 📖 SILCO 

Understand 📖 SILCO 

corpse bride  📖 SILCO 

Awaken 📖 VIKTOR 

The sweater thief 📖 VIKTOR 

All for us 📖 VIKTOR 

Jayce tails with a s/o with long nails ✉  

Miss you 📖 VI

Home 📖 SILCO    

The image of the dead 📖 JINX

Till the very end 📖 JINX

Silco x reader headcanons ✉

Silco x mage ✉

The witcher

The squad ✉ JASKIER + GERALT Netflix

Drinking song for the socially anxious 📕 📜 GERASKIER Netflix+game

When things go wrong 📖 GERALT/READER Netflix

light to guide you 📖 GERALT/READER game

Stay 📖 ESKEL/READER game

DC

Dating robin!Jason ✉

Being in a relationship with Jason ✉

Being a assassin and dating Jason Todd ✉

Jason Todd head-canons ✉ 📜

What if Jason Todd and peter maximoff are the same person ✉ 📜

Being a titan with Gar Logan ✉

Random headcanons  TIM DRAKE ✉ 📜

Spill my guts Jason Todd (WIP) 📜

X-MEN 

Being peter Maximoff's twin ✉

peter Maximoff headcanons ✉

What if Jason Todd and peter maximoff are the same person ✉

Ahs asylum xmen crossover sort of  more thoughts on this ✉

Peter+blankets ✉

Peter maximoff where's black nail polish ✉

peter smokes ✉

Original characters

After dark Silco x oc master-list  

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Put Me In A Movie (Joe Frantz x Reader) [Smut] (Jackass, CKY, VLB)

@chasingwinehouse you’re the official Joe Frantz consultant as always :) credit to you for the GIFS and for the awesome idea. Can’t wait to see what your favorite parts are! Hope you enjoy!

Yes, the title is a Lana Del Rey reference. Frantz reminds me of every single Lana song ever. Also, notice how I used a GIF of Frantz shaking hands with Gina Lynn here cuz she’s a porn star and he’s filming a porno here…parallels I tell you.

Description: Frantz is directing a porn video (I don’t know why, maybe it’s for the sake of art) and you and Novak are the stars. Unfortunately, Novak’s doing a horrible job following Frantz’s directions, and Frantz can’t stand when his leads don’t do what he wants them to, so he has Novak step aside and watch as Frantz demonstrates what he wants Novak to do to you by…doing it to you himself. Basically, Novak stands back and watches while Frantz fucks you to show Novak how he needs to fuck you for the porn video.

Warnings: Female Reader, Smut, Cursing, Filming of a porn video, Novak’s fucking you on camera but isn’t doing it right so Frantz pushes him aside and shows him how it’s done, Frantz asks for consent before he does anything with you, Frantz fucks you on camera in front of the camera crew, Novak’s turned on and jerks off to the whole thing

@asskickedbygirl tagging you as always.

“Don’t look at the camera, Novak, I’m not gonna say it again. Keep your eyes on her. Move your left hand down, rub your thumb over her nipple, yep, just like that…okay, now take her nipple into your mouth, keep making eye contact with her…yeah, perfect, just like that. Don’t look at the fucking camera.” The three of you were in a medium sized bedroom, you and Novak laying out on the bed and Frantz standing behind one of the cameras as he watched the two of you and gave out orders for what he wanted the two of you to do to each other next. You and Novak were both naked, his mouth on your boob as he stared up at you with a sensual look, his free hand gripping your hip and his hard cock pressed against your thigh. Frantz had randomly decided that he wanted to film a porn video, and you and Novak were the obvious choices; Novak was a shameless sex fiend who had no issue with being naked and having sex in front of other people, and you’d been close with the CKY/Viva La Bam crew for a long time now, even having a few appearances in the Viva La Bam TV show and in Haggard. You were initially hesitant about fucking Novak on camera, given how often he seemed to get STDs and how much of a sleaze he could be, but Frantz had insisted on Novak getting an STD test before filming and had promised you that Novak would be on his best behavior, so you eventually agreed to the idea.

“Alright, sweetheart, I need you to rub your thigh up against Novak’s shrimp dick, can you do that for me?” You did as he instructed, holding back laughter when Novak shot Frantz an annoyed look. “Don’t look at the camera, Novak, Jesus Christ. Okay, now rub your fingers over her pussy and make her nice and wet. Perfect. Zoom in on her face here…perfect. Alright, let’s take a quick five minute break and then we’ll move on from the foreplay.” You and Novak got up from the bed, and you picked up one of the blankets to wrap around yourself as you sat on the edge of the bed. Frantz walked over to you with an endearingly awkward smile on his face, looking slightly red from what was either nervousness or just him being flustered for whatever reason. “Everything okay? Are you good to keep going or is there any issues you need to bring up?” You smiled at him, making his face go even redder. “I’m all good, Frantz, thanks for asking. Novak’s being way less crude than I thought he’d be, I’m pleasantly surprised.” Frantz laughed. “I told him to behave himself today or else I’d ask Rake to film this with you instead.” You grinned, looking over to watch Novak as he strode across the room (butt naked and totally shameless about it) to grab a banana from the craft services table. “He’s definitely not gonna take any chances there. He’s doing pretty good with the foreplay so far, but I guess I’ll have to wait to see whether he’s as good at actual sex.”

Frantz grimaced. “I mean, I’ve been forced to hear him fucking random girls through the walls of hotel rooms plenty of times, and from what I’ve heard he’s not too bad, but I don’t know how he’ll do this time. The positions I want him to do are kinda complex and I don’t know if he’s gonna be able to comprehend half the words I’m saying when he’s got your naked body so close to his face.” You laughed, letting your grip on the soft blanket loosen a little bit to flash some of your cleavage at Frantz, who went bright red as if he hadn’t just seen you completely naked getting your tits sucked by Novak only a few minutes earlier. “I’m sure he’ll do fine. I know you’re a bit of a perfectionist but sex seems to be Novak’s speciality so I doubt we’ve got too much to worry about.” Frantz started to respond, but was cut off by Novak returning from the craft services table and throwing himself back down on the bed, still proudly showing off his genitals like there weren’t at least five other people in the room (people with cameras, no less). “Alright, babe, let’s get back into this before my dick gets soft!” You burst out laughing at his bluntness, laughing even harder when you saw the disgusted look Frantz gave Novak. “Have some fucking class, Novak, you’re speaking to a lady. A very beautiful lady, no less.” You blushed at the compliment, but Novak just rolled his eyes. “Class? We’re filming a porno.”

Novak had a good point, but you held back your laughter; it would have been rude to laugh right after Frantz had tried to stick up for you like that. Frantz shook his head in disbelief at Novak’s attitude and walked back over to the cameras, calling all of the employees back over to continue filming. “Alright, sweetheart, go ahead and take the blanket off and you two get back into that position you were in last time. Novak, start fingering her again, and keep your dick against her thigh. Kiss her while you’re doing this, or else it’ll look really awkward. There you go. Okay, now Novak, this is where the foreplay ends. Here’s what you’re gonna do, you’re gonna get on your back and let her ride you reverse cowgirl style and then after a few minutes of that you’re gonna flip her over into doggy style, got it?” Novak pulled his fingers out of you and stared up at Frantz with a confused frown. “Huh?” Frantz face-palmed in frustration. “Don’t look at the camera, Novak, how many times do I have to say it? I said get her into reverse cowgirl for a bit and then flip her over into doggy style.” Novak still looked confused, but he did as he was told, switching with you so he was on his back and you were on top of him. You turned around to face away from him as you sank down on his cock, riding him for a minute or two as you waited for Frantz to give the next direction.

Frantz kept his eyes on the camera, not wanting to look directly at the sight of you naked out of respect for you, and after a couple minutes, he glanced over just long enough to give another direction. “Okay, now grab her hips and flip her over into doggy style.” Novak grabbed your hips with obvious uncertainty and tried to flip you over so he was on top and fucking you from behind, like Frantz had said, but his arms clearly weren’t strong enough to perform such a maneuver, and he ended up accidentally slamming you down onto the bed on your belly, awkwardly falling down on top of you with his chest pressed to your back. You grimaced, not out of pain but out of embarrassment on Novak’s behalf. “Fuck, sorry, (Y/n), I swear I didn’t mean to do that.” He quickly pulled himself up off of your back and helped you pull yourself up into a sitting position, and Frantz immediately face-palmed from where he was standing. “Jesus Christ, Novak, what the hell was that? (Y/n), are you okay?” He came over to check on you, and you nodded, sympathetically rubbing Novak’s shoulder. “Yeah, I’m all good, don’t worry boys.” The concern left Frantz’s face once he’d been given confirmation that you were okay, and he turned to Novak with a pissed off expression. “Seriously, Novak? All you had to do was flip her over, how was that too difficult for you?” Novak raised his hands defensively. “My arms are weak, man, I probably couldn’t flip over a ten year old. Your explanation didn’t really make sense either.”

Frantz looked like he was physically resisting the urge to tackle Novak and strangle him. “How did my explanation not make sense? I said you need to flip her over into doggy style, how is that not easy to understand?” Novak shrugged. “I’m a visual learner, man, I need to be able to see it first so I know what to do. Look, do you want me to try it again? It’s probably just gonna end the same way it did the first time but if it’ll make you chill out then I’ll—” Frantz shushed Novak, rubbing his forehead like he was starting to get a headache as he shook his head. “Just shut up, Novak, you’re gonna give me a goddamn migraine….you know what? Get up. Go. Stand over there with the cameraman.” Novak stared at him, confused, and Frantz pulled him up off the bed and pushed him towards the cameraman, who was still aiming the camera at the bed as he filmed the encounter. Everyone in the room was visibly confused as to what Frantz’s plans were now that he had kicked one of the two main actors out of the bed, but you merely grinned as you waited to see what he would do. As soon as Novak had made it over to the cameraman and was watching, Frantz looked down at you and pointed to the place beside you on the bed. “May I?” You raised an eyebrow at this, but nodded, curious to see what he’d do, and Frantz quickly climbed onto the bed beside you, clearly still annoyed with Novak’s incompetence.

“I give you one simple instruction and you can’t even follow it. You’re getting paid to fuck a pretty woman on camera and you somehow mess that up, I mean Jesus Christ, Novak. You want a visual so bad, I’ll give you one. Stand right there with the cameraman and watch everything I’m about to do. If you still somehow manage to mess it up after this, I’m replacing you with Rake. Alright, sweetheart, do you mind if I show Novak what he needs to do?” Your eyes widened as you realized what he wanted to do, and you nodded eagerly; you’d wanted to be in this position with Frantz for as long as you’d known him, so there was no way you were gonna give up an opportunity like this. Frantz quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and reached in to fish his cock out, and when he pulled it out, your eyes went even wider. It was massive. You’d heard Bam and the others say that Frantz had a “meat bat” and that his cock was the biggest they’d ever seen, but you always just assumed they were joking or exaggerating. Now that you were looking at it in person, they clearly hadn’t been doing either of those things. Frantz’s dick was at least eight inches long and so thick that you’d probably be barely able to wrap your own hand around it, much less your mouth or your pussy. God, he’s not even fully hard yet and it’s already that big. Frantz didn’t even seem to notice your shocked reaction; he was seemingly too distracted by his own annoyance at Novak.

He firmly jerked his shaft in his hand as it became fully erect, gently rubbing at your dripping pussy with his free hand and pushing a finger inside you to prepare you for his cock as he glanced back at Novak to explain everything he was doing. “You paying attention, Novak? Here in a second I’m gonna have her get on top. By the way, I want you to pay attention while she’s doing that. You just laid there like a dead fish when she was riding you earlier.” In any other situation Novak would have immediately fired back with a witty retort, but he was clearly too shocked at the sight of Frantz getting ready to fuck you to actually come up with anything, and so he silently nodded in agreement as he looked on. Frantz pumped his fingers inside you a couple more times to get you ready for his cock and then gently pulled them out, moving to lay on his back as he gestured for you straddle his lap. “Alright, sweetheart, go ahead and get on top and then you can just start riding whenever you’re ready.” You eagerly climbed on top of him, facing away from him in the reverse cowgirl position and wrapping your hand around the base of his cock to keep it steady as you hovered over him so that the tip was pressed against your dripping wet entrance. Frantz’s hands automatically came up to grip your hips supportively as he helped you to gradually lower yourself down onto his cock head.

The tip of his fat cock immediately stretched out your tight pussy, a soft gasp leaving your mouth as he pulled down on your hips to make you slide farther down on his thick shaft. You were facing Novak from this position, and his eyes were locked on the sight of your pussy wrapped around Frantz’s cock, his own cock still hard against his thigh. Frantz lifted his head up to make sure Novak was paying attention as he continued to pull you further down on his dick, narrating each and every movement he made so Novak would understand what to do when it was his turn again. “You see how I’m grabbing her hips and pulling her up and down on it? You need to do that, you had your arms down at your sides the whole time and it makes you look like you’re scared to touch her even though she’s literally riding you. Put a little work in, Novak, it’s not gonna kill you to be more energetic.” Novak had started jerking off at this point and was too distracted with that to give Frantz a reply, but Frantz barely seemed to notice given that most of his attention was on fucking you properly. Once he’d pulled you all the way down on his cock, he loosened his grip on your hips to let you bounce freely on his shaft, and you quickened your pace, tightening up around him to see what kinds of sounds you could get from him; he let out a low moan, and it spurred you on even more, prompting you to ride his cock even faster.

“Yeah, sweetheart, just like that, good job. Listen, if there’s anything you want me to do, go ahead and tell me now so Novak can see what he needs to do later.” He rubbed his hands over your hips and ass, cursing softly under his breath when you took his big cock all the way to the base and then tightened up around it. “You can smack my ass if you want—fuck.” The fat tip of his cock hit your g-spot, and you pulled off of it again to tease the head with the lips of your pussy. “Great idea, sweetheart, that’ll look really good on camera.” Frantz slid his hand down from your hip to grab at your ass, squeezing one cheek in his hand and then bringing his palm down on it with a loud, firm smack. “When Novak does it I’ll make sure we’ve got a camera filming this angle so we can actually get footage of him smacking your ass for the video.” You resisted the urge to laugh as you leaned forward a bit to change the angle; only someone like Frantz would be planning out his camera work while fucking a girl in the middle of a crowded film set. He brought his hand down on your ass again with another loud, firm smack that made your pussy throb, and you moaned loudly as you sank all the way down on his cock again. You could see Novak was still pumping his cock as he stood beside the cameraman, and a small part of you hoped he’d accidentally blow his load right then and there so Frantz would get pissed off and possibly fuck you even more roughly.

Frantz’s thick fingers came up to tangle in your hair, gently pulling your head to the side to make you look back at him as he spoke. “I’m gonna flip you over into doggy style here in a second, so just be ready sweetheart. Make sure Novak’s looking, this is the part he fucked up the most.” Luckily for Frantz, Novak was looking. Very intensely. Maybe too intensely. To the point where you wondered if he was even blinking. Nevertheless, Frantz stuck his head up to make sure Novak was watching everything. “You paying attention, Novak? We’re getting to the part where you fucked up, so make sure you’re really focusing on what I do. And get your hand off your fucking dick, dude, have a little self-respect.” Novak pointedly ignored the second half of the sentence, and Frantz rolled his eyes and laid his head back down, releasing your hair from his grip (much to your disappointment) and moving his hands down to grab at your hips as he gently pulled you off his cock; he gave you a look of confirmation to ensure you were ready, and then, without further warning, he tightly gripped your hips and effortlessly flipped you over into doggy style, quickly pushing his thick cock back inside you and pushing down on your lower back so your belly was against the bed and your back was arched. Novak and the camera crew clapped, and Frantz jokingly took a half-bow as he thrust his cock inside you with a fast, slightly rough pace and brought a few firm smacks down on your ass.

“See, Novak? Nothing to it.” You had expected him to stop after the flipping since that was what he had wanted to show Novak to begin with, but he continued to thrust into you, stretching your tight pussy out from behind as he explained all of his movements. “You didn’t get this far, Novak, but when you flip her into doggy style, you want to make sure you’re doing a lot more than just fucking her from behind or else it’s gonna look really boring. Sweetheart, throw out some ideas for me.” The thought of Frantz gripping your hair immediately came to mind, along with a few other things you’d always wanted him to do to you, and you pushed your hips back against him to make his cock go deeper inside you as you offered up a few ideas. “Pull my hair a little bit, smack my ass again, grab my tits, rub my clit while you fuck me, maybe press your hand against my throat?” It was probably more ideas than he’d expected you to have, but he looked pleased, and he pointedly looked back at Novak. “You better write those ideas down, Novak, they’re golden.” You blushed, internally praying that Frantz would do the things you’d listed, and sure enough, he resumed his grip on your hair; with his free hand, he alternated between smacking your ass and rubbing soothing circles over it, occasionally moving it between your legs to play with your clit as he thrust his cock all the way inside you. After a particularly forceful thrust, you felt his hips stutter for the first time, and you realized he was close to cumming.

Frantz gripped your ass and pulled you further back on his cock, roughly pounding your pussy as he moved his free hand from your hair to the base of your throat, gently pressing down on it as you tilted your head back to make eye contact with him. As professional as he’d been through all of this, he had a darkly lustful look in his eyes that made you whine softly as you tightened up around him, desperately fucking yourself on his cock and letting his fat tip slam against your g-spot until you came on his cock with a loud moan, tightening up around him as you did so. “Make sure she cums first when you fuck her too, Novak. Be a gentleman.” With that last remark, Frantz let out a low groan and slammed his hips forward one more time, filling your pussy with his load and applying slightly more pressure to your throat as he bit down on your bare shoulder. The room was totally silent for a moment as everyone processed the fact that their boss had just fucked the female lead of the porn video they were supposed to be shooting, and when you glanced back at Frantz, he was staring down at the sight of his cock inside you with a look of slight shock, his face starting to go bright red as the realization of what he’d just done finally hit him. “….did you get all of that, Novak?” Novak, who was still jerking off, shook his head. “No, not really. The cameras did, though.” The cameraman who’d been filming the entire thing nodded, and Frantz went even redder.

You tried not to laugh at the look on his face, but he was so clearly surprised at himself that it was endearingly hilarious. “Frantz? Are you okay? You can take your cock out now.” Frantz immediately frowned apologetically and pulled his cock out of you, looking slightly frantic. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, (Y/n), I don’t know what came over me just now.” He was avoiding eye contact with you, clearly out of nervousness, and you smiled reassuringly as you helped him put his cock back into his jeans. “Sorry? That was fucking incredible, Frantz, you did that flipping maneuver like it was nothing! If Novak still doesn’t do it right after this, we could totally just use the footage of you doing it instead, it’s hot as fuck.” Frantz looked flattered, and he stood up from the bed, moving to grab one of the towels that had been set near the bed so he could clean his cum from your thighs. “Well I’m glad you had fun. I don’t think I could ever handle that footage getting out to the public, though, so if anyone in this room shares it with TMZ I’m gonna start a lawsuit.” He sent playful warning looks to the crew, and they all made assurances that they wouldn’t leak the footage. Everyone took a five minute break to recover from whatever the hell they had just witnessed, and Frantz sat back down beside you with a slightly bashful look.

“Are you all good? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” You smiled and shook your head. “No way! That was fun, Frantz, it was cool to see you do something like that just for the sake of the film.” He laughed. “What can I say, I’m dedicated to the craft. Listen, I know this is kind of weird for me to ask since most guys usually ask before they fuck a girl, but would you maybe like go get dinner with me after this? Like a date? Just to make up for the fact that I fucked you in front of an entire camera crew and the fact that you’re gonna have to fuck Novak after this.” You smiled. “Of course I would, Frantz, that would be really nice. I don’t know if that other part’s gonna happen, though…Novak just blew his load.” Frantz whipped his head back to look at Novak, and sure enough, Novak was cleaning his dick off with a tissue as the traumatized camera operator he’d been standing with watched with a look of disgust. “Jesus fucking Christ, what an asshole. Didn’t register a single thing I said to him the entire time I was fucking you even though the entire point of me doing that was to demonstrate that position flip, and now he’s blown his fucking load before we can even shoot the rest of your scene with him. Why am I friends with him?” You laughed, rubbing his shoulder sympathetically. “Aw, that’s Novak for you. At least something good came out of it, though! You got to show off your sex skills, and I get to go on a dinner date with the sexiest cameraman in Philadelphia.” He blushed. “I wouldn’t say the sexiest.” You smiled. “I would. So what should we do about Novak? We kinda needed him to shoot your porn film.” Frantz grimaced and sighed. “I’ll get Rake on the phone.”

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The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Try Out New Kinks For You [Smut Drabble] (Dico, Raab, Rake, Frantz, Novak, Bottaro, Jess)

@lieutenant-cinnamon-roll thank you for the great request and for the awesome Dico idea!

@chasingwinehouse thanks for giving me literally too many ideas to mention. Ily <3

In this one, the boys agree to try out a new kink for you (it’ll be a different kink for each boy), to varying degrees of success, meaning some of the scenarios will be successful and some will not. Just depends on the guy. The kink in question will be put next to each boy’s name in parentheses as a warning. Dico and Novak’s parts are pretty much purely comedic in nature, but the rest are very smutty. Also I am VERY MUCH AWARE that Raab’s photo is blurry as hell but it’s such a cute photo that I just had to use it. Gimme a pass here.

Warnings: Female reader, Cursing, you can guess the rest (check the parentheses), PERIOD STUFF in the last one with explicit blood references

@asskickedbygirl @butttxray

Brandon DiCamillo (Roleplay):

“Keep going, my dear, I’m so close to inventing electricity again! I’ve almost found it, I’ve got to go through the circular district and then it’ll come right out of the clouds and—” You listened to your boyfriend ramble theatrically about his need to rediscover electricity as he thrust his cock inside you, his pointy 1700s-style hat poking against your forehead every time he looked down at you and his scratchy ruffled collar tickling your neck. You wrapped your arms and legs around his back to pull him closer to your body so his cock would go deeper inside you, trying your best not to burst out into laughter at the sight of your boyfriend fucking you while dressed like a founding father. Earlier that day, you had made the mistake of casually mentioning to Dico that you were mildly interested in trying out roleplay as a way of spicing things up. Dico had told you to wait on the bed while he went into the bathroom to change into an outfit; you’d expected him to surprise you by dressing up as a professor or maybe even a doctor, but instead he walked into the bedroom wearing his Benjamin Franklin outfit, already in character with the same accent and mannerisms he’d used for the CKY bit. You really weren’t that bothered by it, all things considered; sure it was weird as hell, but you had asked him to spice the sex up a little bit, and this was certainly one way to do it. Dico quickened his pace, throwing his head back so hard it knocked his wire-framed 1700s glasses askew, which made it even harder for you not to laugh. “Dear Lord, madam, your bits are crackling with pure energy, this may be the source of electricity I’ve been seeking all along! Keep going, my dear, lightning is about to strike!” You stared up at him in confusion. “Does that mean you’re about to cum, Dico?” Dico didn’t break character for even a moment. “Dico? My lord, you harlot, how many men have you lured into your bedchambers before me? Tis I, Benjamin Franklin! Inventor of electricity!” He thrust inside you one more time, throwing his head back and loudly mumbling gibberish about lightning striking as he came inside you, his pointy hat falling off as he dramatically jerked his whole body around like he was being struck by lightning; he pulled out of you and fell off the bed, tumbling onto the ground and continuing to jerk around on the carpet like he’d just been shocked by a lightning bolt. You moved to the edge of the bed and stared down at him in confusion. “What the hell are you doing, Dico—fuck, sorry, I mean Benjamin Franklin.” Dico promptly stopped writhing around on the floor and glanced up at you with a grin. “Dear Lord, madam, I was right! That pussy of yours is positively electrifying!”

Verdict: Successful, for Dico at least. Maybe next time he’ll branch out and try Rut Ru.

Brandon Novak (Food Use):

“You think I should try to put the whipped cream everywhere or just focus on the cock?” You shook the can of whipped cream in your hand as you pushed on Novak’s bare chest to make him lay back against the pillows, admiring the sight of his naked body as you deliberated over where to put the cream first. Novak grinned, jerking his hips up a little bit to draw your attention to his cock from where it sat firm against his thigh. “Come on, babe, you know you wanna go straight for the cock.” You laughed. “True. Alright, hold still then.” You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock to hold it steady as you shook the whipped cream can one more time and then squirted a bit of it on the tip of Novak’s cock, grinning when the tiniest of gasps slipped from his lips. You leaned down and lapped up some of the soft white cream from the head of his cock, causing Novak to moan softly and curse under his breath. “Does it feel better with the whipped cream or no?” Novak nodded. “It’s like lube, it really slicks everything up. Can you put it on the whole thing? Like get it all over the balls, too.” You nodded and squirted the cream all over his shaft and his balls, completely covering it and then leaning down to lick a stripe of it off from the underside of his cock. Novak’s hips jerked again, and he groaned. “Damn, that’s good. Lemme see that for a sec.” He reached out for the can, and you handed it to him, licking up another stripe of cream from his shaft, and he promptly squirted at least half the contents of the can directly into his own mouth, whipped cream smearing all over his mouth and dripping down his face as he tried to swallow the entire mouthful. You burst out laughing, trying to take the can back from him before he could waste anymore of it. “Jesus, Brandon, way to use up all our supply! That’s my only fucking can, gimme it.” Novak shook his head and pulled it away from you with a grin, going for another mouthful, but you managed to smack it out of his hands, resulting in whipped cream squirting everywhere; all over the floor, all over the walls, all over Novak, and all over you. “Nice going, dickhead, we’re gonna have to clean all that shit up now. I guess that little sex experiment is over.” Novak shrugged. “According to you. We’ve still got plenty of whipped cream to use, babe, we just have to get a little creative with it.” He grabbed your whipped cream-covered arm and licked it clean, and you playfully rolled your eyes. “You’re so nasty, Brandon….I’ll give you $5 if you lick all the whipped cream off the wall.” He grinned. “$10 and I’ll lick it off the floor, too.”

Verdict: Successful in that you and Novak had a very good time! Very tasty way to spend the day. Maybe not the sexiest, though, especially when you’ve got an attention span as short as Novak’s.

Chris Raab (Handcuffs + Sex Toy):

“It feels weird not being able to touch you when we do stuff like this. I feel like a criminal that just got taken in by the police.” You giggled at Raab’s comment as you finished putting the handcuffs on him, keeping his hands restrained behind his back so he couldn’t move them at all for what the two of you were about to do. “That’s kinda the point, baby, they’re handcuffs. Listen, if they get too uncomfortable or you just don’t like them then let me know and I’ll take them off. I have a feeling you’re barely gonna notice them after I start, though.” You picked up the main event of this little sex scenario you and Raab were about to engage in: a purple silicone vibrator. Just the sight of it seemed to make Raab antsy, and he leaned back against the chair he was sitting in, anxiously tapping his foot as he waited for you to use the toy on him. He was already completely naked, his little cock hard against his thigh and his nipples dark and hard against his pale skin. You kneeled down on the floor between his legs in front of the chair, gently parting his thighs to give yourself better access as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock. Raab’s sensitive thighs twitched, his hips bucking up against your touch as he waited for you to turn the toy on; you leaned down to kiss the tip of his cock, wanting to stretch this out for as long as possible just to get Raab even more worked up, and the soft whine that left his mouth made it clear you succeeded. “Alright, alright, I’ll stop dragging it out, baby. Here, hold still.” You turned the toy on, cooing over Raab when he flinched at the vibrating noise, and then you gently pressed it to the tip of Raab’s cock, grinning when he immediately threw his head back with a loud whine, his arms struggling against the handcuffs like he was desperate to be able to grab at something. You pressed it more firmly to his cock head and he bucked his hips up, his mouth falling open as a series of pathetic little moans left his lips. “How’s that feel, baby, you like that?” He nodded desperately, trying to push his hips up more so he could feel more friction on his cock. “So good, (Y/n), thank you so much.” You smiled, moving the vibrator around in a circular motion over his slit, and Raab’s eyes fluttered shut, panting softly as a line of drool started to drip from his lips. “Aw, poor baby. I knew you’d like this. Here, let me see what happens when I move it down a little bit….right here.” You moved it up and down the length of his shaft, and right on cue, Raab moaned again, his cock twitching each time the vibrator reached the tip or the base as he railed against the handcuffs once again. “Fuck, please take the handcuffs off, (Y/n), I need to grab something so bad, it’s too much, please take them off—” You reached around and clicked them off one-handed without skipping a beat, and Raab immediately reached out for you to hold his hand with your free hand as you continued to moved the vibrator over his cock, his legs shaking as he got closer to cumming. You ran it over his tip one more time, and his cum immediately spurted from the slit, shooting out more intensely than you’d ever seen before. When he finished, he slumped back in his chair, red-faced and panting. You grinned. “No handcuffs, aye? I guess my idea for a police officer roleplay is out of the question.”

Verdict: Half successful! Throw out the handcuffs but keep that vibrator in a drawer for later.

Jess Margera (Lingerie + Garters):

“Alright, Jess, this whole getup took me at least fifteen minutes to put on, so I better hear some fucking applause when I come out.” You stepped out of the closet to reveal the sexy lace lingerie and garters you’d put on, twirling around to show it off from all angles, and Jess good-naturedly clapped his hands like you’d asked, a massive grin on his face as he took in the sight of you in such sexy clothing. “God, babe, I don’t even know what to say, you look amazing.” You smiled, strutting over to him in your heels and pulling him down to kiss you. “I better! This stuff was not easy to put on, let me tell you, the lace got caught on like two different clothing hangers while I was changing and I almost broke my ankle when I first put the heels on.” Jess laughed, giving you a sweet kiss on the forehead and then pulling away to look you over again. “Well all your hard work definitely paid off. You look like a fucking goddess, I can’t wait to get my hands all over you in that sexy ass lingerie. Maybe I should sit in a chair and you can just sit in my lap?” You nodded, pointing towards the chair that was across the room, and Jess eagerly sat down, watching you with a look of awe as you strutted seductively across the room towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you sat down in his lap with your ass pressed against his crotch. He cursed under his breath, running his hands over the lace underwear and the sexy garters appreciatively. “You’re not planning on taking this off, are you? I know sometimes the girl just straight up takes it all off when it’s time to fuck but I’d really love it if you kept it on.” You playfully rolled your eyes. “Of course I’m keeping it on! You think I’d go through all the hard work of putting it on just for it to end up on the floor while we fuck? No way!” He grinned. “Good. Come here.” He pulled you down to kiss him again, his hands wandering over your breasts and rubbing at your inner thighs through the lace, and then he pulled the panties aside to rub at your pussy with his index finger, gently pushing his fingertip inside you to stretch you out as he felt your tight wet pussy. “Those heels look sexy as hell too, babe. You can kick them off, though, I don’t want your feet to hurt.” You grinned. “You’re a saint, Jess.” You kicked them off, stretching out your legs and then getting up and turning around so you could face Jess while you sat in his lap, his finger instantly pushing inside you again as he kissed a line down your neck. You could feel his cock hardening underneath you, and you lifted yourself up off of him long enough to unbutton and unzip his pants and fish his cock out, jerking it slowly in your hand and smirking when Jess’s finger started to push inside you with even more intensity than before. “Fuck, baby, you’re killing me.” You smiled. “Is it too early to ask you to go ahead and put your cock inside me?” Jess shook his head. “In that outfit, you could ask me to fuck you in a Walmart shopping cart and I’d say yes.”

Verdict: 100% success! If you ever want Jess to do something, just ask him while you’re wearing the lingerie and garters and he’ll never say no.

Joe Frantz (Slapping/Pain Kink):

“Slap me.” Frantz’s rough thrusts immediately came to a halt as he stared down at you in shock. “What was that, sweetheart?” You went slightly red, feeling a little embarrassed about your request, but you repeated it. “Slap me across the face. Just once. I wanna see how it feels, I feel like maybe it could be kinda hot.” You’d never seen Frantz look so nervous before; as rough as he was during sex, he was not violent, and slapping you might have been a little outside of his comfort zone. Nevertheless, he hesitantly nodded his head in agreement, resuming his rough thrusts so that his cock was stretching out your tight pussy as he moved his hand up to rub over your cheek, seemingly psyching himself up to do as you had asked. He gently pulled the hand back and then delivered an extremely weak slap, barely even hitting your cheek, and you shot him a look of understanding. “It’s okay, baby, you can be a little harder than that. Just slap me one good time, really bring your hand back and slap me. I won’t get upset, I promise.” Frantz still looked nervous, but he brought his hand back even further than before and then brought it down again, this time at least hitting your cheek hard enough to make a noise but not enough for you to feel it. “Maybe just a little harder, Frantz, like really slap me. Act like I’m someone you absolutely hate. Slap me as hard as you’re fucking me right now.” Frantz thrust his cock inside you once more, pounding your g-spot with his cock head, and then, one last time, he pulled his hand back and slapped you across the face—hard. Your cheek was burning, your mouth was slightly open in shock, and your pussy was throbbing from how turned on it made you, but Frantz immediately stopped his thrusts and shook his head with a guilty look on his face. “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry, I can’t do this. Hot sauce.” As soon as he said the safe word, you unwrapped your legs from around his waist and let him get off of you, sitting up to rub his back soothingly as he rubbed his hands over his face. Frantz rarely ever used the safe word, given that he was pretty much always in charge of everything, but when he did say it, it was pretty serious. “I’m so sorry, baby, I know you probably liked that but I just can’t hit you like that. It feels abusive.” You shook your head, pulling him closer to hug him with your arms wrapped around his neck. “Oh, don’t be sorry, Frantz, I shouldn’t have just asked you like that so impulsively. Next time I’ll ask about stuff like that before we start, I just randomly thought of that and figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask. You don’t have to do it again, don’t worry.” Frantz hugged you back for a moment and then pulled away to rub the cheek he’d slapped, which was bright red. “Man, I wish I hadn’t done it so hard, baby, it looks like it hurts.” You shook your head. “Nah, it doesn’t hurt. It’s kinda like when you spank me.” Frantz grinned as he remembered you were still naked, his hands moving down to grab at your ass. “No more slapping you, but I’ll gladly smack these cheeks any day of the week.”

Verdict: Not successful. Frantz likes it rough, but slapping is just a little too far for him. He’d rather bring his hand down on your ass, not your face.

Lord Bottaro (Choking):

“It’s not a big deal, baby, just wrap your hands around the bottom of my throat and squeeze a little bit. Here, let me….yeah, right there.” You helpfully guided your boyfriend’s hand down to the base of your neck, helping him wrap his thick fingers around it as he stared down at you with sheer confusion. “I hope you know I’m only doing this because I love you and you asked nicely.” You laughed, patting his hand reassuringly and pulling him down to give him a kiss. “It’ll be fine, baby. The second you feel uncomfortable, just say so and we’ll stop doing this and go right into having sex, how does that sound?” He seemed slightly more reassured by this; if the choking had been during sex, he probably wouldn’t have agreed to it, but you had offered to let him do it before the sex, like a fucked up little appetizer. “Alright, now just slowly press down a little bit. Not too much yet. Give it a few seconds, and then press down a little more. I’ll tap your hand if it’s too much.” Bottaro nodded and hesitantly pressed down on your neck with the smallest amount of force possible, gauging the look on your face like he was scared you were gonna start gasping for air. You smiled reassuringly at him, nodding for him to continue, and he applied a little more force, just enough for you to actually start feeling it. It felt good, and you were already starting to get wet; the look of enjoyment on your face seemed to relax him a little bit, and he stroked your face and pushed your hair out of your eyes with his free hand as he tightened his grip just a little bit more, enough to where it was actually starting to affect your breathing a little bit; you had to open your mouth just slightly to take in more air, and this immediately brought back his nervousness, so he loosened his grip a little once again. You just smiled up at him patiently, offering one of your hands for him to hold with his free hand, and he gratefully accepted it, gently squeezing your fingers with his big, warm hand as he tried to let himself tighten his grip once again. Your pussy was starting to throb, and you squeezed your legs together to take off some of the pressure as he pressed down more firmly on your neck, eyes still locked on yours to make sure you didn’t look at all scared or intimidated. Just as you could feel your face starting to get a little red, Bottaro took his hand away and sighed. “Sweetie, I know you really wanted me to do this, but I feel like a serial killer right now. Can we stop here?” You sat up and nodded, kissing him on the cheek. “Of course, baby, thanks for at least trying. It felt really good.” He smiled. “I’m glad you at least got something out of it.” He pulled you in to kiss him again, his boner forming against your thigh as you rubbed your hands over his back, and when you pulled away, you shot him a suggestive look. “Tell you what. How about I give you a blowjob for being so brave and trying that out for me?” He grinned. “I have been pretty brave, haven’t I?”

Verdict: Not successful. Please don’t ever ask him to do that again. He felt like a serial killer.

Rake Yohn (Period Sex)

When it came to what Rake liked and disliked, Rake was a fairly simple man. There were two things that he disliked above all other things: one was mustard, and the other was period blood. So when you offhandedly mentioned period sex to him during a conversation about interesting kinks you’d been thinking about, you had expected him to quickly turn it down. Rake was very caring and loving and respectful when you were on your period, and he’d gladly help you wash anything you got blood on, but the idea of having his dick inside you while you were bleeding seemed like something that would be too much for him. But, to your surprise, he had agreed, which was why you were now laying on the bed with a towel under you as Rake lined his hard cock up with your pussy. “You know there’s still time to back out of this, baby. I don’t want you to pass out in the middle of this.” Rake sent you a look, leaning down to give you a quick kiss as he pressed his tip against your entrance. “I’m not gonna pass out, princess, I’m not afraid of period blood. I just don’t really like touching it.” You smirked. “And yet you’re about to have your entire dick covered in it, all because I brought it up once.” Rake just shrugged. “Listen, all the other guys have sex with their girls when she’s on her period, and I don’t want you to feel left out, so I’m at least going to try. Don’t think for a second that you gross me out, okay, your body is beautiful and you’re strong as hell for dealing with this shit every month. I’ve just always had a weird thing about period blood, that’s all.” You smiled. “I know, baby, and that’s sweet of you to be willing to try it, but again, there’s still time to back out. I just feel like you’re gonna pretend to like it just to please me but then you’re actually gonna hate it.” Rake kissed you on the forehead and shrugged. “I guess we’ll see, honey. I mean, I’m still getting to have sex with you, so it sounds like a win to me. Alright, here goes…” Rake pushed his tip in, clearly a little more hesitant than he was letting on, and as soon as he felt the sensation of the period blood around his dick, he stopped right in his tracks. “Wow. That feels…I did not expect that at all. Okay. Um…guess I’ll do a little more.” He pushed it in more, his thick shaft stretching you out as he slid into your slick wet pussy. One of his hands was balanced protectively on the bed so he could hold himself up, the other on your waist so he could rub his hand over your hips, and you felt his grip immediately tighten on your hip the more he pushed his cock in. So far, he was doing very well, much more so than you had expected him to. Now all he had to do was just pull it out and push it back in a few times. “Maybe this isn’t so bad. It’s as slick as a slip-n-slide, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Here, now I just need to–” Rake pulled his cock out of you and immediately stopped talking as he stared down at his shaft, which was now coated with your period blood. You could see the look of absolute horror starting to appear on his face, and you tried to force yourself not to laugh. “Rake? Baby? Earth to Rake? You can stop now, you look like you’re gonna have a stroke. Here, come on, I’ll clean you off with the towel.” You used part of the towel under you to wipe Rake’s shaft off, and he tucked it back into his pants with a look of guilt. “God, baby, I’m sorry, I just…it didn’t bother me at all until I saw it on my dick.” You laughed. “Rake, I told you I understood. It was nice of you to at least give it a shot, but I knew it wasn’t gonna work out at all. And you say you’re not afraid of period blood…you looked like you were about to pass out.” Rake nodded. “Yeah, I know. Listen, baby, I really am sorry. As soon as your period’s over, I owe you some lip service. I’ll make you a coupon for five free sessions of me eating you out.” You smirked. “Rake, you’d eat me out for free without the coupon.” He grinned. “Touché.”

Verdict: Literally the farthest thing from success. Rake loves and adores you and your body but as he’s said before, period blood is up there with mustard as one of his least favorite substances.

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guys gimme some title ideas for my fic where you’re basically the free use sex doll for all the CKY boys. like they all fuck you regularly and are aware that all the other guys do to. you are the group’s little whore basically. like they take turns throughout the day. anyway title ideas? I was thinking something that references either sharing, taking turns, or free use

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My “I bet you look good on the Dancefloor” Joe Frantz x reader fic has been flagged. I’ll be reuploading it to ao3 and deleting it from here so I don’t risk having my account flagged as well.

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since y’all liked the drabble about how each of the CKY boys would be if they switched roles during sex, feel free to think of some other ones I could do for those specific boys (Frantz, Rake, Dico, Novak, and Raab, plus maybe Jess and Lord Bottaro if I really feel like it). NSFW is preferred but not required :) drabbles are so fun to write and that specific type is especially fun

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Taking Commissions—Personalized and Kink/Fetish Fics for $10-$15

Figured I’d go ahead and make this official! I’m currently taking commissions. For $10 I’ll write you a personalized smut fic that will be similar to my x reader fics except instead of the reader, you get to choose the name, personality traits and characteristics of the main character; you can use yourself, an OC, anything you want as specifically detailed as you want. You can also choose to have another canon character or person used instead of yourself or an OC (for example, a Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy fic instead of a Harry Potter x Reader fic). I’m also taking commissions for hardcore kink and fetish fics for $15, which can also be personalized upon request. Continue reading for more details!

Fandoms I Take Commissions For:

Jackass (Johnny Knoxville, Dave England, Danger Ehren, Chris Pontius, Steve-O, Bam Margera, Ryan Dunn, Wee Man, Preston Lacy, Stephanie Hodge, Jeff Tremaine, Spike Jonze, Rachel Wolfson, Poopies, Zach Holmes, Jasper Dolphin, Eric Manaka)

Viva La Bam and CKY (Bam, Ryan, Brandon DiCamillo, Rake Yohn, Raab Himself/Chris Raab), Brandon Novak, Tim Glomb, Lord Bottaro, Joe Frantz, Jess Margera, Chad Ginsburg, Deron Miller, Ryan Gee)

Game of Thrones (too many characters to list, just ask upon request)

Harry Potter (pretty much any character, just ask upon request)

Gotham (most characters, just ask upon request)

Shameless (most characters, just ask upon request)

Jimmy Pop and Evil Jared from Bloodhound Gang

Ville Valo from HIM

Any character from Haggard or Minghags

The Mighty Boosh (Vince, Howard, Naboo)

Peep Show (Mark and Jeremy)

IT Crowd (Moss, Jen, Roy, Douglas, Richmond)

Peaky Blinders (most characters, just ask upon request)

Slipknot (all members)

Pretty much any rock band, including Guns N Roses, Motley Crue, and KISS (check my old account @creativewritingpracticestudio for some of my old rock band fics)

Pretty much any British comedian featured on Would I Lie To You, Taskmaster, Big Fat Quiz, 8 Out of 10 Cats, 8 Out of 10 Cats Does Countdown, and Mock the Week

Dead Poets Society (any of the main guys honestly, I’m not picky)

Inbetweeners (most main characters and Mr. Gilbert)

Umbrella Academy (most main characters, ask upon request)

Types of Personalized Fics I’ll Write ($10 Per Fic, $15 if Hardcore Kinks and Fetishes are involved)

Fluff

Smut (angry smut, fluffy smut, jealous smut, anything really)

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Song fics

Drabbles or short concepts

M/F, M/M, F/F, anything goes

Types of Hardcore Kinks and Fetishes I’ll Write For ($15 Per Fic)

Hardcore BDSM (bondage, dom/sub dynamics, mild pain play, punishments, use of gags, sex toys, and bondage gear, etc)

Consensual Non-Consent

Somnophilia

Piss kink, piss play, bladder control, etc

DDLG/MDLB and all variations, but no pedophilia.

Blood Kink and/or weapon play

Roleplay

Breeding Kink and Pregnancy Kink

Belly Kink/Weight Gain Kink (this does include feederism and force-feeding)

Cucking, Threesomes, Sharing, Free Use, Cheating Kink, etc

Degradation and Humiliation (and on the opposite end, Praise Kink and Body Worship)

Impact Play and Mild Pain Play

Foot Fetish

Exhibitionism and Voyeurism

Wax Play and Temperature Play

Tentacles (yeah sure, why not)

Inflation (I highly doubt anyone’s gonna request this but it’s there as an option)

Note: Extremely gross fetishes like scat, farting, armpits, etc are a possibility but you’ll have to make a pretty decent offer, definitely more than $15. Pedophilia, Bestiality, and kinks involving explicit torture/mutilation or murder are out, no matter what you offer.

Please note that all requests for these fics need to either be sent to me in DMs or through a non-anonymous ask (the ask won’t be posted, it’ll just tell me who to DM to send the link to the fic or to ask questions about the fic). Once the fic is completed, I’ll ask you to send the $10 or $15 through Venmo, PayPal or CashApp (preferably Venmo but it’s your choice) and I’ll either send you the link to the document the fic is written on or email you the PDF of the fic. You can also choose to have me post the fic on ao3 and just not state who requested said fic. Don’t be afraid to ask questions, I don’t kinkshame or judge and I like to be given as many details as possible to ensure that you get the fic you want.

Also, don’t feel obligated to ask for a commission if you’re one of the people who reads my x reader fics! This is just a way for me to earn some money while I’m in college, I will never demand that any of you ask for a commission. Happy requesting :)

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Fics and drabbles I’m planning to work on over the next couple of weeks or so (I’m probably forgetting a few so forgive me):

Joe Frantz x reader morning sex fic

Raab x Reader x Dico threesome porn fic

Sub Bam x reader fic where you film him while he jerks off

Pontius x Reader fun rough smut fic

Drabble about the CKY boys and the use of safe words during sex (some of them reacting to you using a safe word, some of them using safe words themselves)

Drabble about the CKY boys trying out a kink that you like

Dom Rake x reader cute bubble bath smut

Dom Johnny Knoxville x reader smut fic where you fake an orgasm just to get a rise out of him and he punishes you for it

dom Ryan x reader smut fic where you fuck in the radio bam recording studio while Bam watches

Dom Rake x reader somnophilia smut drabble

Two different Dom Frantz x reader smut drabbles where he roleplays as a priest

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guys please I am begging you if you haven’t read my CKY boy fics (Rake, Raab Himself, Joe Frantz, Brandon DiCamillo, Brandon Novak, etc) but you’ve read my Bam Margera and Johnny Knoxville fics and liked them PLEASE READ MY CKY BOY FICS PLEASEEEEE I feel like they’re so much better and more interesting and funnier and have better smut than the Bam and Johnny fics like I’m genuinely proud of them as opposed to my Bam and Johnny fics which are okay but not my best work at ALL

Also I’ve written WAY MORE CKY boys fics than I have for Bam or Johnny so there’s so much more content for you to enjoy with the CKY guys!!!

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How the CKY Boys Would React To You Using Pet Names On Them In Bed (Smut Drabble/Imagine)

@chasingwinehouse you give me so many good ideas man ILY and I appreciate you <3 this doesn’t include Bam or Ryan cuz if I ever do this for the Jackass guys I’ll include them there. This is for Raab, Rake, Frantz and Novak ONLY, aka my favorite underrated men <3 no Dico cuz I couldn’t figure out a pet name you would call him. Also, Raab’s part involves mommy kink and Rake’s part involves daddy kink and breeding kink.

Raab Himself (Sweetheart)

“How’s that feel, baby, you like that?” You rubbed your thumb over the tip of Raab’s cock, smiling when a soft, whiny moan left his lips. “Feels so good, mommy, thank you.” The two of you were sitting on your bed; you were sitting with your legs crossed, and Raab was in your lap with his back to your chest as you pumped his cute little cock in your hand, his head leaning back against your chest as he gasped and jerked with every little touch. You pressed your lips against the shell of his ear, keeping your voice a low, soothing tone as you encouraged him. “Come on, baby, don’t be afraid to get loud for me, I like hearing you moan and whimper for me, you always sound so sweet.” You pressed your lips against his neck, jerking his cock in your hand as your thumb rubbed over his slit, and Raab gasped, bucking his hips up against your grip. “Fuck, mommy, I’m so close, please don’t stop.” You chuckled, kissing the spot under his earlobe as you pumped his cock with a firm grip. “Aw, you gonna cum, baby? You gonna blow your cute little load all over my hand so I can make you suck it off my fingers? Come on, Raab, give me what I want. Cum for me, sweetheart.” The second the term of affection left your lips, Raab’s face went bright red and he let out a moan of shock, hips jerking intensely as he suddenly came all over your hand. You watched him with a stunned look, gently rubbing circles over the tip of his cock to help bring him down from his high as he relaxed against your chest, breathing heavily with a satisfied look on his face. “Jesus, baby, if I’d known you’d react like that I would have called you sweetheart way earlier.” Raab blushed. “Sorry, mommy, I didn’t mean to cum that fast.” You laughed, stroking his hair with your clean hand. “Don’t apologize, sweetie, that was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ll remember that next time we do this. Now lick your cum off my hand like I asked, baby.” Raab eagerly obliged.

Rake Yohn (Daddy Kink)

You were on your hands and knees on the bed, Rake fucking you from behind with his chest to your back and his hand lightly holding the base of your neck. “Keep going, princess, you’re doing so good for me. Keep taking my cock, baby.” You leaned your head back so he could kiss you, his grip on your throat tightening just slightly, and he smacked his free hand against your asscheek as he thrust inside you again. “God, baby, your pussy feels incredible. You have no fucking idea how badly I want to put a baby inside you right now, how badly I wanna fill your pussy with my cum and get you pregnant. You’d look so good with my baby inside you, wouldn’t you?” His hand rubbed over your belly demonstratively, and you moaned loudly, mouth falling open in pleasure as his cock stretched you out. Everything felt so good, you couldn’t help what came out of your mouth next. “Fuck, daddy, please fill my pussy with your cum, please put your baby inside me, I want it so bad–” Rake’s grip on your throat immediately tightened, his thrusts becoming ten times more intense as he grabbed you by the hair and yanked you back so his mouth was near your ear. “What was that, princess? What did you just call me? Say it again, baby, I wanna hear you call me that again.” You whined loudly, desperate for his cock as he pounded your pussy with as much force as he could. “Daddy.” Rake pulled your head back again. “Say it louder, princess.” You raised your voice, nearly screaming from the pleasure as his cock head stretched you out. “Daddy!” Rake promptly came inside you, hands grabbing at your hips to keep himself steady as he pumped your pussy full of his seed, and then he pulled his cock out of you with a low groan. “Fuck, princess, I don’t know where that came from but I fucking loved it.” You smiled with an exhausted look. “I’ll keep that in mind, daddy.” He shot you a warning look, hands spreading your thighs so he could admire the sight of his cum dripping from your pussy and down your thighs. “Watch it, princess, unless you want me to go for another round.”

Joe Frantz (Sir)

Frantz’s hand came down hard on your ass, a condescending look on his face as you moaned loudly at the contact. “God, you’re such a slut. Moaning like a desperate little slut and my cock’s not even inside you yet, do you hear how pathetic you sound?” He mocked your moans, his smacks becoming even harder as he did so. “You like it when I smack your ass like this, baby? You like being spanked like the whore you are?” You bit your lip, moving your hips back against his touch as his palm smacked against your ass. “Yes, sir, I love when you spank my ass like this, it’s the only thing I deserve.” As soon as you called him sir, Frantz immediately ceased his actions and grabbed you by the hair, yanking your head back to force you to look at him. “Sir? Did you just call me sir? Getting your ass spanked like a worthless fucking slut and you call me sir, you’re even more pathetic than I thought. Don’t stop now, sweetheart, keep calling me sir. You’re lucky I’m even touching you right now, the least you could do is show a little respect.” Frantz began to spank you again, his palm coming down on your ass with ten times as much force, and he tugged on your hair warningly to remind you to do as he had ordered. “Fuck, please spank my ass harder, sir, I love it so much, spank my ass like the worthless little whore I am.” Frantz’s gaze darkened, and the smug look came back as he mocked you again. “You are a whore, aren’t you? My whore. My little fucking whore who does whatever I tell you to do. No one else gets to spank you like this, do they? No one else gets to call you a worthless little slut, do they? I don’t fucking think so. I’m the only man you’ll ever call sir, and I’m the only man that’ll ever get to spank you like this, got it?” You whined as his hand came down on your ass again. “Yes, sir.”

Brandon Novak (Babe)

“Fuck, Brandon, that feels good.” Brandon had you on your back on the bed, your legs over his shoulders as he fucked you. He grinned, his hands stroking your thighs as he thrust his cock inside you again. “Of course it does, baby, this is what I’m best at.” You playfully rolled your eyes, tightening up around his cock, and he pulled your legs off of his shoulders and set them back down on the bed, leaning over you to fuck you in the normal missionary position. “How’s that, (Y/n), you like that?” You nodded. “Yeah, babe, that feels good, can you use your fingers too?” Novak grinned cockily, leaning his face close to yours as he raised his eyebrows. “Babe? Yeah, that’s right, I’m your babe, babe. Man, I like that.” You raised your eyebrows. “…you like me calling you babe? That’s pretty mild, babe, especially for you.” Novak shrugged, looking noticeably energized as he fucked you faster with his hands on your hips. “It’s sweet, though. I’m your babe, I like that.” You laughed, leaning up to kiss him affectionately. “You’re sweet when you wanna be. Weird as hell, but sweet. Now come on, babe, finish me off.” Novak nodded eagerly. “Anything for you, babe.”

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The Viagra Story (Joe Frantz x Reader) [Smut] (Jackass, CKY, VLB)

This is based off of a story Frantz and Rake told on Frantz’s YouTube channel about how they took viagra together in Brazil way back in the day just to see if it would work. Apparently Frantz got a massive boner and was late for an important shoot because he had to go jerk off, and when he came back to Philly, his girlfriend at the time (the notorious smoker from Jersey) found the pack of viagra with one missing and very aggressively asked him if he liked, quote, “going to strange countries, popping viagra, and fucking strange women”. For the purposes of this story, the smoker from Jersey doesn’t exist and you are Frantz’s girlfriend instead. This one’s got a kink element to it, so read the warning beforehand to make sure you’re okay with reading this fic!

As always, thank you to @chasingwinehouse (my official Joe Frantz consultant) for the idea, the details, and the GIFs. Ily. Hope you enjoy this!

Description: Frantz decides to pop a viagra with Rake one morning while the Viva La Bam crew is in Brazil, just to see if it works. Unfortunately for him, it works a little too well, and now he’s got a raging boner right before an important shoot. In his desperation, he goes back up to his hotel room where you’re currently fast asleep in bed and he wakes you up, begging you to let him use you just this once so he can get rid of his boner.

Major Kink Warning: Mild somnophilia, letting Frantz “use” your body while you’re half-asleep, it’s all consensual and has been talked out at some point in the past but it’s still spur of the moment and you’re asleep for the first little bit.

Warnings: Cursing, Smut, Viagra Use, Mild Somnophilia (you’re still asleep when Frantz comes into the hotel room and he’s so desperate that he’s humping you from behind and moaning and rambling about how hard he is and it wakes you up and then he asks you to fuck; just assume that you’ve given him consent to do this kind of thing prior to this story taking place), Sleepy Sex, Morning Sex, Super Desperate Smut (Frantz is literally a mess and begs you to let him use you, telling you you don’t even have to move if you don’t want to cuz he’s just so desperate to cum), Consensual Kinky Smut, Frantz is still dominant and demanding to a degree but it’s out of pure desperation more so than actual dominance, plenty of aftercare and all that good stuff, again this is a healthy consensual kinky relationship

“Are you actually gonna take that, Frantz? That shoot is in like an hour, and I don’t think Bam’s gonna react too well to you showing up on set with a boner.” Rake took a bite of his pastry and stared at the pack of pills that Frantz was holding. “I just wanna see if it really works, it’ll be fine.” Frantz popped one of the pills in his mouth and took a sip of water to make it go down, sitting back in his chair as he waited for it to kick in. The pill in question? Viagra. The two men had decided to pay a visit to a pharmacy in the area, knowing that Brazil was a lot more lax about drugs and medications than the US, and while Rake had decided not to get anything out of fear of getting in trouble, Frantz had made the genius decision to buy Brazilian viagra, apparently under the assumption that it would either not work or would work ten times better than American viagra.

On any other day, this wouldn’t have been such a bad idea, but on this particular morning, the Viva La Bam crew was having an important shoot that Frantz needed to be at on time due to him essentially being the backbone of production. Said shoot was in less than an hour, which meant that taking the viagra right at that moment was a poorly timed decision that would very likely end up backfiring, not that Frantz had really given that any thought before he popped the pill. The two were now eating breakfast in the hotel where the crew were staying, Rake munching on a danish while Frantz waited for the consequence of his actions to kick in (AKA waited for his dick to get hard). What exactly his plan was for after his dick got hard was a mystery even to him, but he’d cross that bridge when he got to it. Maybe he’d just go up to his hotel room and take care of it in the bathroom without waking you up. It couldn’t possibly give him that much of an erection, right?

Wrong. Less than twenty minutes after popping the viagra, it kicked in, and it kicked in hard. His erection was so big and so stiff that it stuck out in his pants like a fucking baseball bat, and Frantz could already tell he wasn’t going to be able to walk normally until it went down. Not only was it the hardest his cock had ever been in his life, but it was also making him ten times hornier than any erection ever had; usually, when Frantz was hard, he could at least continue to think rationally until it either got taken care of or went down on its own. But right now, all he could think about was how fucking horny he was. Rake was rambling on about god knows what, having not yet realized that Frantz’s viagra had kicked in, and Frantz wasn’t registering a single word he was saying; all he could hear was the sound of his own heart beating at a million miles an hour as his vision started to get slightly blurry from how dazed he was. “I think for the shoot they want us to…and then we have to….and Bam is…Frantz…Frantz…Frantz are you good?” Rake’s voice eventually drifted into Frantz’s ears long enough for him to hear the last sentence, and he looked up at Rake, trying not to make the boner too obvious.

“Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, yeah, I’m good. Listen, uh, I need to go to my hotel room for a little bit to…take care of something.” Rake blinked, taking another bite of his danish, and then a grin spread across his face. “The viagra kicked in, didn’t it?” Frantz’s face went red, and he nodded. “Yeah, it did, keep it down though. I don’t need everyone here to know I took Brazilian viagra for no reason.” He got up from his chair, trying to causally hold his coat in front of his massive bulge to hide it from the other people in the hotel dining room, and Rake burst out laughing, nearly choking on his pastry at the absurdity of the situation. “Fuck, sorry man, I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at this whole fucking situation. Wait hold on, don’t you have to be at that shoot in like 40 minutes? You’re the most important person there, Frantz, I don’t think you can afford to miss that.” Frantz shook his head, too focused on his boner to really comprehend the situation. “I’ll have it figured it out before then, just go on without me.” He made his way to the hotel elevator, walking awkwardly from how massive his bulge was, and hurriedly pressed the button that led to the floor that you and him were staying on, getting off the elevator just as quickly as he’d gotten on to find his room.

He speed-walked down the hallway of the floor, eyes scanning the numbers of each room as he kept his bulge covered with his flannel jacket, and then his eyes landed on the right room—room 13. Frantz hurriedly took out his key card and swiped it, practically throwing the door to the hotel room open but then quickly stopping it from slamming when he remembered you were still asleep. The lights were all off, the slightest bit of sunlight peeking in through the hotel window, and you were curled up in the double bed, totally asleep. At the sight of you, Frantz instantly stopped in his tracks. Up until this point, his plan had been to just sneak off to the bathroom to jerk himself off a couple times and then quietly leave for the shoot, but as soon as he saw you, his brain immediately switched gears; he didn’t wanna just get off anymore, he wanted to get off with the help of his beautiful girlfriend, and he wanted to do it now. Frantz quickly made his way across the room, careful to step cautiously over the carpeted floor, ready to shake you awake to ask you for help, but then it occurred to him that waking you up was a massive dick move, and he stopped himself.

It was super early in the morning still, and you were clearly sleeping peacefully, so waking you up to ask you to fuck would just be cruel. But God he needed you so badly, badly enough to where he felt like a cat in heat; his massive erection was practically throbbing, his body felt so hot that he was nearly sweating, and his brain was so hazy and so intensely lustful that he could hardly think straight, all of his thoughts focused on one thing and one thing only: making himself cum. Frantz stood awkwardly by the bed for a moment, stuck between a rock (not wanting to wake you up) and a hard place (his boner), and then, in an act of pure desperation, he quickly took off his flannel, his shirt, and his jeans, crawling under the covers in just his boxers and moaning under his breath at the feeling of the blankets against his hard bulge. He spooned you, wrapping his arms around you as he gently pressed his hard cock against your sleeping form. Just pressing the bulge against your back was enough to send him into a frenzy; he felt his whole body shiver, his mouth falling open in awe at the feeling of his aching, eager erection being even remotely stimulated by you.

Frantz’s arousal was feverish at this point, and he quickly pulled your body closer to his, pressing his lower half even more firmly against your back, hooking one of his legs over yours to keep himself steady and burying his face in the back of your neck with his arms wrapped around you and his hands grabbing at the fabric of your pajama shirt. He desperately humped his bulge against your back, immediately letting out a loud moan and burying his face against your neck even more so than before in an attempt to hide the pathetic noises threatening to escape his lips. He couldn’t remember the last time his cock had been this sensitive; one hump and he already felt like he was close to cumming. Frantz cautiously humped against you again, still level-headed enough at this point to be worried about waking you up, and it felt so good that he tightened his hooked leg around yours and quickened his pace, hurriedly thrusting his hips to grind his cock against your back over and over again. Little gasps and pants of breath fell from his lips, which he tried futilely to stifle by biting down on the fabric of your shirt, the soft cotton being the only thing stopping him from grinding his teeth together out of pure need.

“Feels so fucking good, goddamnit I need to cum so bad—” Frantz mumbled to himself, the words slipping incoherently from his mouth as he thrust himself against you with a sloppy, wanton pace, pressing soft kisses to the back of your neck to distract himself as he blindly rutted his hard cock against you, his mind so hazy from lust that he’d completely thrown all cautiousness to the wind and was making zero efforts to keep from waking you up. Sure enough, after a particularly sloppy thrust where his bulge dragged over your back, you stirred from your sleep, just barely lifting your head up to glance back at Frantz with a confused look, eyes half-lidded and sleepy. “Frantz? Are you okay, baby?” Frantz shook his head, kissing your neck as he halted his movements long enough to explain the situation. “Rake and I went to a pharmacy earlier, and, fuck—I bought some Brazilian viagra to see if it would work, and fuck, baby, it really worked. My cock is so fucking hard right now baby, it hurts so bad, please just let me use you, please—” He trailed off, bucking his hips in desperation as he tightened his grip on your shirt and pressed his face against your neck, clearly ready to beg you to get what he wanted.

You turned your head a little more so you could face him, a look of concern on your face until your eyes landed on the massive bulge that was nearly straining the front of his boxers, quickly realizing why he was acting so strange. You reached down to palm the bulge, and Frantz’s eyes nearly rolled back in his head, an uncharacteristically loud moan escaping his mouth as he bucked his hips against your palm. Your eyebrows raised, eyes still heavy with sleep and voice slightly raspy from having just woke up. “Fuck, baby, you’re hard as a rock.” Frantz nodded fervently, sitting up and crawling on top of you so his hard bulge pressed against your lower belly as he stared into your eyes with a desperate, lustful, spaced-out look, mouth slightly open as he panted in desperation. “Please let me use you baby, I need to feel your pussy around my cock, I can’t even fucking think straight right now from how horny I am and I’ve got that shoot soon and I need to cum so bad, just please, god, let me use you, you don’t even have to move if you don’t want to, you can just lay right here and take it like a good girl for me, just please let me use you, show me how good you can be for me, baby, I need you so badly.” He trailed off again, leaning down to feverishly press kisses to your neck as he physically resisted the urge to grind his bulge down against your belly.

You nodded sleepily, wrapping your arms around him to pull his body down against yours. “Use me as much as you want, baby, my body’s all yours.” Frantz’s body nearly collapsed against yours from how relieved he was at your words, pressing a line of messy, desperate kisses to your neck as he mumbled words of praise under his breath. “Fuck, thank you baby, you’re so fucking good for me, so helpful, thank you so much–” He hurriedly pulled his boxers down, revealing his hard cock, and your mouth fell open. Frantz’s cock was always big as hell on any normal day (it wasn’t called a ‘meat bat’ for nothing), but with the added effect of the viagra, it looked downright monstrous. It was extremely hard with an angry red color, and it was practically throbbing from how desperate he was to cum, drops of precum leaking needily from his slit. Frantz barely seemed to notice how hard it looked, his focus now entirely on fucking you and making himself cum; he tossed his boxers aside carelessly and pulled your pajama pants down, pulling your panties aside to frantically rub at your soaking wet pussy with two fingers, lightly pushing the tips of his fingers inside you to stretch you out in preparation for his hard cock. His fingers moved hurriedly and sloppily, his usual sense of control hindered by just how desperately hazy and lustful his brain was, and after a minute or so he eagerly pulled his fingers out, lining the head of his cock up with your pussy with a look of sheer anticipation on his face.

“Need to come so fucking bad, baby, need to pump my load inside your pussy, just lay right here nice and pretty for me and let me fuck you, okay?” It was phrased like a question, but you could tell Frantz wasn’t waiting for a response; he pushed his cock inside you, a loud, desperate moan instantly leaving his mouth as he recklessly thrust his hips forward so that his cock was already halfway inside you. He squeezed his eyes shut at the feeling of your wet pussy wrapped around his cock, throwing his head back and panting wildly like an animal in heat as he thrust his cock as deep inside you as he could. His hands grabbed blindly at your hips and thighs, occasionally rubbing his hands over your clothed breasts or gripping a handful of the bedsheets to steady himself as another desperate moan left his lips. “God you feel so fucking incredible, baby, so fucking wet for me, fuck it feels so fucking good.” Frantz’s voice, usually very steady and sensual and well-planned out as he complimented you, was now needy and impulsive, words spilling from his lips with reckless abandon as he fucked you roughly with his thick, stiff cock. You ran your hands up his back, gripping at it and scratching it lightly with your nails as you tried your best to take his massive length like he’d begged you to.

You tightened up around his cock, digging your nails into his back, and he moaned with a low, guttural tone that made you shiver, quickening his pace so that his cock was quickly thrusting in and out of you with a sloppy, eager, frantic quality that you weren’t used to seeing from him. Frantz was usually very well-composed during sex, always good at being rough with you while still remaining in full control of his body and his pace. Now, his aching cock seemed to control him, his hips thrusting wildly and his stomach muscles flexing and jerking in a way that nearly made you drool from how sexy it was. Frantz was totally focused on fucking you, absolutely oblivious to everything except the feeling of your pussy around his cock and the sensation of his hands gripping your hips and the soft fabric of your pajama shirt. His hips slammed against yours, his cock buried deep inside you all the way to the base as his shaft stretched you out. “Fuck, I’m already so close baby, I need to fill your tight little pussy with cum so badly, I can’t fucking take it–” He shivered in ecstasy as he pulled his cock out so only his tip was inside you, your walls clenching up around him to add even further to the pleasure he was feeling. Frantz rubbed his tip over your wet folds as if he were trying to slow down and make himself wait at least a little bit, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown with raw desire, mouth hanging open as a flurry of mumbled curses left his lips.

He could only handle teasing himself for a few seconds before his impatience got the best of him and he hurriedly slammed his cock back inside you, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut again as look of euphoria crossed his face, clearly in heaven as he slid his aching cock back inside your tight wet heat. Frantz’s long hair hung down in his face as he fucked you, and you couldn’t resist reaching a hand up to grab at it, lightly tugging on it to further stimulate him and eliciting a shaky gasp from his lips as his hips stuttered. You could tell he was dangerously close to cumming, his thrusts getting even more sloppy and reckless and his moans getting louder and more desperate as he approached his climax. “Shit, shit, shit, I’m so close, sweetheart, gonna fill your pretty little pussy with cum, need to cum so fucking badly, feels like my cock’s gonna fucking explode–” His words got more and more desperate until he was borderline incoherent, blurting out every random word and expletive that came to his mind as he became focused on blowing his massive load inside of you. Frantz’s head was still thrown back, his eyes still shut as he blindly fucked you, and you cupped his face in your hands, pulling him down to kiss you; he returned it with a rough, needy, eager kiss that he punctuated with an especially deep thrust as he gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

You wrapped your legs around Frantz’s back, forcing him down so his body was pressed up against yours in a much more intimate position, his thrusts starting to become slower and more intense as he neared his orgasm. The feeling of your warm, sweat-slicked body against his own and the rough kisses he was giving you seemed to send him into even more of a frenzy, and he buried his cock all the way inside you to the hilt, pressing his face into your neck and desperately rutting his hips forward in a manner similar to the way he had humped against your back earlier as he came with the loudest, most animalistic moan you’d ever heard in your life, his cock filling your pussy up with his cum and his hot, firm chest pressing right up against yours. His load was twice as big as usual, your pussy overflowing with his cum as he came for what seemed like at least a solid minute, and then finally it ended and Frantz collapsed against you exhaustedly, trying to catch his breath as he laid his head against your chest for a moment of peace. You gently wrapped your arms around him, letting him come back to his senses as you gently rubbed his back. After a moment, he lifted his head off of your chest and tenderly pulled his cock out of you, admiring the sight of it filled with his cum.

“So fucking gorgeous.” His voice was slightly lower than usual, most likely from how drained and exhausted he was, but it was definitely sexy. Frantz swiped his hair out of his face, his breath still slightly heavy and his face red as he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, pulling away with an apologetic look. “Are you okay, honey?” He soothingly rubbed his hands over your hips, frowning at the slight bruises he’d left from how tightly he had gripped them, and you nodded reassuringly. “I’m okay, baby, don’t you worry about me. That was incredible.” Frantz didn’t seem convinced, shaking his head with a look of shame. “I should have focused more on you, baby, I’m sorry. That viagra just made me so hard I could barely think straight, but I still should have been more gentle, not so rough and reckless with you. And I didn’t even make you cum, that was so shitty of me.” You sat up on your elbows and pressed a reassuring kiss to his lips, amazed by how genuinely upset he seemed about this. “Frantz, baby, you don’t understand. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He raised his eyebrows in shock. “Really?” You nodded, eyes widening in awe as you thought over how his behavior had been just a few minutes prior. “Are you kidding? Seeing you all desperate and wild and rough like that was amazing, baby, it really did something to me. And did you see what it did to your cock? I didn’t think your meat bat could get any more impressive, but it definitely did.”

Frantz’s usual geeky grin appeared, his face still red as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, I’m glad you actually liked it. There’s still nine pills left in the pack if you ever want me to use them again.” You grinned. “Sounds awesome.” Frantz patted your thigh affectionately and got up from the bed to grab a towel from the hotel bathroom, coming back to clean you up as he always did. He helped you pull your pajama pants back up, scanning the floor for his boxers and putting them back on before sitting back down on the bed and pulling you into his lap. You rested your head on his chest, and he gently rubbed your back, pressing little kisses to your face and neck as he enjoyed the moment of peace with you. After a moment, you pulled away with a concerned look. “Oh shit, baby, you’re gonna be late for that shoot!” Frantz’s eyes widened in alarm for a brief moment, but then he shrugged it off. “You know what, honey? They can wait. I’m gonna take care of my beautiful girlfriend first. I’ll go get you some hotel breakfast so you can eat it in bed, and then we’ll take a nice warm shower together and I’ll make sure you cum twice to make up for earlier. Then I’ll go to the shoot.” You shook your head, unable to stop yourself from smiling. “You’re willing to risk your career for Brazilian viagra?” Frantz grinned. “And for you, sweetheart.”

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Joe Frantz x Reader Smut Drabble [Body Worship] (Jackass, CKY)

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You’ve got him flat on his back, laying out on the bed with his clothes totally gone, abandoned in a heap on the floor just moments prior. They’re not needed; it’s much easier to give his body the attention it deserves when he’s totally bare. His smooth, flat tummy jerks as you run your hands over it, lips brushing against his collarbones and neck as your fingers trace shapes over his belly and chest. His nipples are dark and hard from your touch, his cock stiff and red against his belly as it waits for its turn to be worshipped. You ignore both for now; his whole body deserves to be treasured, and you’ll get to the rest of it soon enough. Your palms rub over his muscled arms and slightly toned thighs, egged on by the sounds of his soft groans. You move down, hovering over his body as you lean down to press a line of kisses up his chest. “You’re so fucking incredible, Frantz. So fucking handsome, so sexy, so amazing. Look at you, holy fuck.” You kiss another line down his body, this time on his tummy, and he sighs, barely able to string words together from how good he feels. You rub your hands over his hips, his back, his chest, his belly, his thighs, absolutely focused on worshipping his body the way it deserves to be worshipped. His cock is practically dripping precum at this point, and it’s too much to ignore. You wrap your hands around it, admiring every little part of it as you pump your hands over his shaft, desperate to make him feel the kind of pleasure he deserves. “God, look at your fucking cock, baby. Fuck what Bam and Novak and those other assholes say, they could never hope to have a cock like this. I could sit here and touch you all day, baby, they can’t say the same about their girlfriends. Fuck all of them. Fuck anything they have to say. Just let me worship you, baby.” Frantz just nods, too dazed from the pleasure to respond, and you rub your thumb over his tip, admiring the flushed red color of it as you swipe up another drop of precum to lick off of your finger. “Fuck, baby, you even taste incredible.” You’re jerking him off agonizingly slow now, trying to savor the look of pleasure on his face, the feeling of his massive, heavy cock in your hand, the taste of his precum on your tongue.

You lean down to take the whole thing in your mouth, sucking on the tip and slurping on the shaft, soaking in the sounds coming from Frantz’s mouth as he throws his head back, lips parted just slightly as he tries not to completely lose control. Your free hands rubs over his chest again, playing with his nipples and rubbing his inner thighs and feeling any part of his body you can get your hands on without having to take your mouth off of his cock, and a low, vulnerable moan leaves his mouth, his hips bucking up just slightly likes he’s about to cum. You pull off just long enough to encourage him. “Come on, baby, cum for me. Let me taste your big fucking load, baby, I love it so much. Imagine the looks on Bam and Novak’s faces if they could see how devoted I am to you. How much of a whore I am for you and you alone. How much I crave your cock in my mouth, how much I love touching you. They’ll never have what you have, never be as sexy as you are. One of these days I’m gonna pull your nice, big cock out and suck you off right in front of them, just to show them how much better you are than them. How much sexier you are than them. They can say whatever they want about how they think they’re the shit, but they’ll never have a cock as big as yours or have a girl as eager to suck them off as you do. They’re just a bunch of fucking losers. You’re a god, baby, and you deserve to be treated like one, constantly being worshipped the way a god should be. Let me worship you, baby. Blow that nice big fucking load in my mouth, use me like the whore I am. I’m devoted to your cock, baby, no one else’s.” Maybe it’s the words you’ve just said, or maybe it’s the fact that you’ve been jerking him off throughout the entire speech, but as soon as you finish talking, Frantz instantly blows his load, coating your face and tits with his cum as he throws his head back with a low moan. You waste no time in licking it all up, deliberately taking your time to really savor the taste of his cum, sucking it off of your fingers with a moan. Frantz smiles at you, red-faced and exhausted. “How’s it taste, baby?” You grin. “It tastes godly.”