#raab himself smut

[welcometojackass2022]

omg are you writing again? that’s really exciting if so, glad to see you’re back regardless :)

Yes >:)))) working on a Raab fic and a Dico fic as we speak, slowly but surely hehe

[1800miserablethot]

𝔹𝕒𝕞 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕒 𝕩 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Plot: Bam is at an HIM concert with the Viva la Bam crew (Ryan, Raab, Novak) and he meets Reader/you there, he practically falls in love at first sight while the HIM song plays in the background.

(has lyrics written into the fiction)

Warning: drinking, making out

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Bam was laughing and causing chaos with Ryan, both talking about how they wanna jump off the railing and into the pit of the crowd. Which was around 30 feet off the ground. The song “Right Here In My Arms” playing in the background and as the guitar solo ends Bam and Ryan jump off the railing and into the crowd.  The energy in the room was electric and as Bam crashes into the mass of people, his body melts into the sea of thrashing bodies. He was laughing and cheering as he was put down by the people in the crowd when he landed on his feet he started to make his way through the crowd to try and find Ryan and his friends again when suddenly his eyes landed on a guy.

Usually, he swung for the chicks and shit but this dude was fucking beautiful. Like instant butterflies in your stomach, knees are weak, throat dry beautiful. He was breathing in and out of time, his heart was losing it at the sight of you. He wanted to desperately go over to you but his feet were frozen in place, that was until he saw your eyes lock with his. The club felt like it was slowing down and everything around him started to blur out as he watched a grin spread across your face, it nearly broke his lovestruck gaze when he saw you start to make your way over to him. Bam felt his heart race wildly in his chest, his body was sweaty and shaking when you finally reached him.

“dude I saw you and Ryan jump from up there, that was rad!” He hears you say, and that breaks his trance. His heart dropped a bit when he heard you say Ryan’s name, assuming the worst. “You know Ryan?” He asks loudly, trying to hear you over the music. “Yeah! Me and Ryan are childhood friends, bro.” You reply which Bam could have sworn you must have heard his sigh of relief. “Oh cool-yeah I was on my way to try and find him.” He replied, trying to play it cool and not seem like a total loser. But when he felt your hand wrap around his shoulder all he wanted was for you to pull him closer. “Let’s go find him together the way what’s your name?” He hears you ask, “It’s Bam,” He replies, feeling his face heating up as you two walk around and out of the crowd to head back upstairs to the second floor where the rest of his friends were. “Bam? Like Viva La Bam? Ryan won’t shut up about it but shit I wouldn’t either if I was doing the crazy shit he does-oh also my name’s [Y/N]!” You say, turning your head to meet Bam’s gaze only for him to break it quickly. 

A playful smile graces your lips at his actions, when you two make it to the top of the stairs you let your hand not linger around his shoulder but rather slide it further down his arm before pulling away completely.  “I think I hear him,” You say to Bam as you two make it over to his friend group, where Ryan was laughing and talking about his stunt he just pulled as Raab and Novak laughed and said shit like “Dude that was awesome!” And other stuff back to him. “What’s up fucker!” You shout, getting their attention. Seeing Ryan’s smile brighten at the sight of you, “[Y/N]!” He shouts back, his arms out as he hugs you. “Thought you were gonna bail on me, bro!” Ryan says to you which gets a laugh out of you. “Nah man I was downstairs when suddenly I see you flying off this fucking railing!” You respond making everyone laugh, you turn around and grab Bam’s shirt pulling him closer. “Then I made a new buddy,” You say, your other hand patting Bam’s cheek softly watching how his face turned a light shade of pink. 

“You never told me about [Y/N], Dunn!” Bam says, trying to remain chill. But the way your hand was clutching to his shirt and how the other touched his face made his body shudder lightly. “Yeah, just met him a couple minutes ago,” you replied, glancing at Bam briefly before letting him go so you could dab up Raab and Novak. The cheering, slapping you on the back when they realized it was you, “I need a fucking drink who's coming with?” You ask, your eyes instantly falling onto Bam’s. When your eyes lock with his with that small smile on your face it’s like heaven down on earth. “I’ll go!” He says a bit too quickly, watching the smile on your face grow into a grin. “Let’s do it then,” you reply, walking past him to make your way over to the bar but when you do you make sure to somehow land a touch on him. Goosebumps rose on Bam’s skin where you touched him and a shiver ran down his spine. Bam couldn’t help but stare at you as you walked away, taking in your body, and the way you moved. “Dude, [Y/N] is totally into you,” he heard Ryan say to him, causing Bam to turn his head to look at his friend who just raised an eyebrow and snickered at him. “Fuck off, no he’s not,” Bam muttered, giving Ryan a small shove before turning around to make his way back over to the bar with you. But secretly he hoped Dunn was right, that you were. That you felt it too, to say that this is something and hopefully don’t leave him with nothing. 

Bam lets out a deep breath, his nerves kicking in as he reaches the bar, and sees you leaned against it with your elbows propping you up. Bam’s heart quickened as he made his way over to you, feeling his palms grow sweaty and eyes widen as he closed the distance between the two of you. Standing right next to you, Bam felt his chest tighten as watched your gaze on him, “I got you a beer and a shot, it’s that good?” You ask, seeing Bam nod in agreement as he chokes out a “yeah,” amused by his actions, you give Bam a sly grin and lean your head to the side, your eyelids half-lidded. Looking at Bam was like looking at a starlight, the way his blue eyes sparkled in the dimmed lighting around them, as the purple spotlights bounced off his brown hair. Standing so close to him, your side almost pressed against his made the blood rush to your head. You snap out of it though when the bartender puts the drinks in front of you two, before walking away to tend to other customers. “Bottoms up,” You say playfully, grabbing one of the shots as Bam grabs the other. Clinking your glasses together before downing the shot, instantly feeling the warm burn radiating from your chest to your gut. You place the glass back onto the counter with a soft thud, as you watch Bam do the same. Feeling the buzz start to kick in as your body starts tingling, you start to feel a new kind of hunger. And you only want one thing. Your gaze runs down Bam’s body watching him drink his beer as he looks around and sings along to the song that Ville Valo was singing at the moment. 

Hearing him sing about having a girl right in his arms, but the only thing you wanted in your arms was Bam. Because there was an empty spot in your heart and the only thing you wanted to fill it was the blue-eyed brunette next to you. “Hey, Bam!” You shout out, to catch his attention over the loud music, and when his head turns to face you, you take the opportunity to grab his jaw and crash your lips together. Feeling him almost instantly melt into it, reveling in his soft moan that gets caught in the kiss. You pull away and grab his hand leading him to the bathroom, grinning over your shoulder as you see him follow right behind you into it. When you two get into the small bathroom, you lock the door, the music echoing through the cracks of the door, still blaring all around you two. You barely had enough time to turn around before his lips were against yours again, you grunt and grab him by the hips, pushing him against the wall. One of his hands was wrapped around the back of your neck and the other was in your hair. “Bam,” You huff against his lips before trailing yours down his neck. Bam’s head hit the wall with a thump, his fuzzy mind melting and short-circuiting by the second but what he did know was you were right here in his arms, and he for damn sure wasn’t going to let go because he can’t nor won’t. 

[jackassbrainrot]

god bless you for writing for dico this place was in dire needs of some dico love <3333

having said that I need more of him being bratty and meannnn

always right [dico x f!reader]

desc: you and dico are friends with benefits, and the benefits are that he gets to bully and fuck you

a/n: jackass tumblr is experiencing extreme (mean) dico brainrot lol so I have to be the supply for this demand, hope y'all like it! love writing dico, I want him so bad it makes me look stupid. btw eating ice cream cake while writing >>>

warnings: smut, teasing, masturbation, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, degradation kink, dico being a bastard, little bit of overstimulation

word count: 953

"You're such a slut." Dico's breath tickled your ear, standing behind you while you watched Bam and Raab run shopping carts into walls. "What?" You asked, ignoring the blood rushing to your cheeks, not turning to meet his gaze. "You know exactly what I'm talking about." You did, of course you did, but why would you admit that to him? You heard his cocky grin in his words even though you couldn't see his face, and you refused to fall into his little trap. "Cat got your tongue?" It sounded like his smile somehow grew even wider, your defiance making the whole ordeal more fun for him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You retort, still refusing to look at him, or dignify him with any kind of major reaction. "Mm, so that's a normal reaction to being called a useless bitch?" His tone was condescending, repeating the words that made you rub your thighs together earlier that day while filming. Your cheeks were red now, breath hitching in your throat. He laughed cruelly, satisfied with your reaction. "Thought so."

That night you find yourself in his bed, again. You were lying next to each other, naked, lips swollen, exchanging violent kisses. "You were such a fucking dick today." You said between kisses, making him laugh. "I'm always a dick." He bites your lower lip hard, as if to prove his point, hands moving down your body. "You can't do that in front of people, Bran."

"No one would notice if you didn't react like that." He placed his hand on your pussy as if he was going to push his fingers into you but he just rested it there, making you squirm impatiently. "See, that's what I'm talking about. You're so easy." His words were laced with fake sympathy, his self satisfied smirk betraying him. "Am not."

"Oh yeah?" He took your words as a challenge, per usual, barely dipping his fingers into you, pulling away when your hips moved upwards to get his fingers deeper. "Come ooooon" You whine, hearing him giggle in your ear as he moves his fingers teasingly, barely touching you. "Just admit I'm right."

"Fuck you, I'll do it myself then." You swat his hand away, sliding two fingers into yourself, fucking yourself with your fingers. Dico chuckles, his lips almost touching the shell of your ear. "You know it doesn't feel nearly as good as when I do it." His voice dropped an octave, and you nodded dumbly, fingers still moving in and out of your pussy.

"Just say I'm right and I'll make you feel so good." He drew out the last two words, hand moving to rest over yours while you kept fucking yourself with it. Despite the heat of his hand so close to where you wanted it to be, you shook your head, determined to get your way for once. He tsked at your defiance, nibbling at your ear, making goosebumps rise on your skin. "Oh, Dico, you're always right, please finger fuck me." His voice was mocking, an exaggerated high pitched tone.

"Shut up." You gritted through your teeth, even though you were so close to repeating his words. The hand that was resting on top of yours pushed, making your fingers go deeper, finally pulling a moan out of you. "See, can't even make yourself feel good without my help." He was so proud of himself, smiling against your neck deviously. "Maybe you need my help saying it too, huh? Maybe you're just that dumb." His words made you whine and buck up into your own hand, the little self control you still had quickly slipping away. "C'mon, repeat after me. 'Dico, you're always right.'"

"Fuck you, you're always right." You said, frustrated and desperate, as you pulled your fingers out, waiting for him to make good on his promise. "Hm, close enough." He hummed before pushing his fingers deeper into you than you ever could, a pathetic moan leaving your mouth at the stretch. His fingers were longer, thicker, and though you hated to admit it, he knew your body better than you did.

"Doesn't that just feel so much better?" He asked despite knowing the answer, curling his fingers inside you. You couldn't do anything but moan, his skilled hands making your mind go blank and your body melt into his. He pressed kisses to your sensitive neck as he fucked you with his fingers mercilessly, making you squirm in his arms. You moaned his name loudly, nails digging into his back as you came on his fingers.

His movements didn't cease even as your body shook and twitched, overstimulated. "Bran, stop, I-" He cut you off, not letting you finish your sentence. "You can take it." His fingers slipped out of you soon enough and he flipped you onto himself by your hips. You were straddling his lap now as he positioned you over his dick before pushing you down on it. You moaned in unison, yours desperate and overstimulated, his relieved.

He fucked up into you, every thrust pulling a whimper out of your already fucked out body as he used you to chase his own high. You felt the pleasure build up in your stomach again, muscles tightening around him, making his breathing unsteady. He lost his tempo quickly, movements becoming sloppy as he grabbed your hips to pull you down fully on his cock. The feeling was too much for you, a yelp leaving your mouth as you came, the tightening of your pussy pushing him over the edge.You collapsed onto his chest, feeling it rise and fall quickly, his breaths uneven.

"I fucking hate you."

"No, you don't."

"Yeah, you're right."

"Always am."

[stratossphere]

the basement | v.v

you’re alone in the basement for the night. or so you think.

warnings: smut, masturbation, mutual masturbation, cum eating, basically porn without plot

word count: 4.3k

taglist: @asskickedbygirl @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll @kissofdawn666 @brandons-wife (lmk if you want to be added!)

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Today had been...a day. Everyone had been drinking all day (as to be expected), you’d driven three hours up to some fancy-ass skatepark to watch and film Bam skating (during which you’d been trapped between Ville and Raab for the entire trip), and then you’d come back and showed Ville the American dream sport of drag racing.

So, because of this, everyone was passed out drunk in various parts of the Margera house by the time it hit a crisp 12 at night. However, you were still awake, and for several reasons.

You and Ville had been…playing at something…for a while now. You knew he thought you were attractive, and you could barely tear your eyes away from him every time he was anywhere near you. However, neither of you had yet to make a move, and Ville was clearly playing a game of who could fold first.

He had been fucking with you all day. Touching way more than what he needed to every time someone wasn't looking, holding your gaze at every chance he got with that stare that made you feel like he was eating you alive, and speaking the most suggestive phrases known to man at you all day had left you pent up and expecting him to get you alone at some point during the night.

But he never had. You had no idea where he had even ended up, because you were completely alone in the basement despite that being where he was staying, so you assumed he had just found a home in Bam's bed or something (which was what had happened the night before). Meaning, in turn, you were left completely alone and about as horny as a person could physically get while you tried to will yourself to go to sleep.

But, that wasn't working, and instead you were just left overheated and underworked. You considered going to find Ville, because you knew you would probably get what you wanted from him based on his behavior throughout the day, but that would've drawn attention to you from everyone else upstairs had anyone still been awake, so you decided against that idea.

And, instead, resorted to one that wasn't exactly your most admirable moment, but one that needed to happen in order for you to refrain from being up all night.

So there you were, in the middle of Bam's basement with some old western that was playing on one of the channels going for noise, with your hand down your pants under the blanket you were wrapped in. If Ville wanted to fuck around and never find out, you weren’t exactly going to sit for a few more days and wait on him.

You finally felt your overly-frenzied nerves settle when you touched your fingers to your clit, taking a deep breath to allow yourself to relax due to the fact that you were, in fact, spread out on your friend's couch in a basement that didn't exactly have any privacy from anyone that could very likely come downstairs if they didn't like sleeping on the living room floor.

You couldn't help but imagine Ville. Ever since you’d first met him, you hadn't been able to get him off your mind for more than a few seconds at a time. The intimidating darkness of his eyes, his low voice, the way he looked when he smoked...everything. You were already worked up from when he'd gotten out of the car on your side and had put his hand right between your legs to hold himself up, and thoughts of him fucking you into oblivion weren't making it much better.

You spread your legs a little wider, one knee pushed against the back of the couch and then other hanging off the side as you rubbed your clit languidly to the thought of Ville fucking balls-deep inside of you. The back of your free hand was pressed tightly against your lips just in case, and although a vibrator would've been much more effective in getting you off quickly when you were trying to be discrete, going manual wasn't taking very long either considering how long you’d been itching for a release after being at the mercy of Ville's games all day.

However, that was quickly interrupted when your eyes opened momentarily only to see Ville walking around the back of the fucking couch. You had never moved so fast in your life as you ripped your hand away and let your knees drop, watching him with wide eyes. He wasn't acting like he had even realized you were there, and after a second of him pausing to stare at the TV, you relaxed a little after remembering how drunk he'd been a couple of hours ago. So there was a very low chance that he’d even noticed what you’d been doing. Thank fucking god.

"Jesus Christ. You scared the shit out of me." You muttered as you pulled the blanket tighter around yourself, letting out a slight sigh of disappointment at having to stop so close to your climax. Timing was impeccably horrible, as always. Ville barely glanced back at you where he was still standing in front of the TV.

"Why are you down here? Everyone else is upstairs." He finally turned to face you, and you were surprised to see that drunken glaze in his eyes was almost completely gone. He continued to shock you with how easily he seemed to bounce back compared to the rest of you. It was unbelievable.

"I didn't want to sleep on a floor. Plus, I'm not tired." You supplied simply, rolling over onto your side so that you could watch him sit down on the couch next to you. And when you said next you, you meant right next to you. He sat down so close that you could've taken your head off of your pillow where you were laying on the long part of the couch and set it right on his thigh. If only he knew you’d just been rubbing one out to the thought of him. "I thought you were going to be passed out by now."

"Figured I'd come down here so that I didn't have to share a bed with Bam." He was looking right down at you, and you could feel guilt swirling in your stomach where your pants were still pushed down low on your hips from what you’d been doing only a couple minutes before. "Didn't know I'd have company."

"Well, I'm watching this until I pass out, so you're welcome to join me." Really you wanted him to join you under the blanket and do things completely unrelated to whatever garbage was playing on the TV, but despite what people said, you did have some couth.

"Turn something better on. This is garbage." Ville clearly settled in then, manspreading so far that his knee knocked against your arm as he stuck a cigarette in his mouth and lit it while gesturing at the TV. You had no other option but to use his knee as a leverage point so that you could sit up on your elbow, looking around for the remote that you’d tossed towards the end of the couch when you’d first sat down.

"What would you rather watch?" You huffed as you crawled to the end of the chaise to grab the remote, silently praying that the line of your thong wasn't visible over the waistband of your yoga pants for decency's sake. When you got no response, you glanced back, and he was still staring at you. You swallowed. "Hm?"

"Just something else. Westerns are for sad old men." He muttered, and the look in his eyes told you that your thong very well might've been showing. You could just see a bit of his tongue pulled between his teeth, and he spread his legs a little further while readjusting his hips. Jesus Christ. "You look tense."

Yeah, because you’d left yourself high and dry.

"You're taking up the whole goddamn couch." You lied in place of a valid reason, motioning to where he was spread out like he owned the goddamn place. You wouldn't have been able to lay back down where you’d been without his knee digging into your side. He then held your gaze as he moved over about a fraction of an inch, afterwards motioning to your spot.

"There. Plenty of room." He sounded pleased with himself. You could tell by the way he was talking that he was starting up whatever dumbass game he had been playing throughout the day again. And you didn't think you would be able to handle it again, because you were so horny that you were having trouble focusing on finding something else on TV.

"You pick. Since the choices are so shit." You sighed, handing him the remote as you gave up and just crawled right back over to your spot. This time you stayed sitting, because you felt out of your element lying down where Ville could look at you but you couldn't look at him, and watched as he began to flip through channels so fast you could barely comprehend what he was skipping past.

Part of you was wishing that he had never come downstairs in the first place. You were more sexually frustrated now than how you had started out, and all he was doing was making it worse while he remained focused on the TV without a single care in the world. Thankfully, the cover of your blanket gave you the opportunity to squeeze your thighs together, and you shifted uncomfortably at the same time as you cast a quick glance over at Ville seeing as his attention was focused elsewhere.

On a scale of hotness concerning the men you had had even the slightest chance with, there was no competition that even came near Ville. And, honestly, hot wasn't even really the right word to describe him, because Ville was beautiful. His features were so sharp and distinguished, and the low lighting of the basement made his eyes seem even more shocking where they were lined with two-day-old eyeliner. Mentally, you were praising Bam into the high heavens for introducing you to the most mouth-watering man you had ever laid eyes on in all your years of living.

"A Nightmare Before Christmas! This is a great fucking movie." Ville said with finality before he tossed the remote to the other end of the couch without much thought, a hint of a grin pulling onto his features as the screen settled on the animated scene of Sally making the doctor soup.

You had to force yourself to watch the movie so that you’d stop staring at Ville. You knew he was going to notice if you kept it up, and you also knew that he hadn't really seemed too interested in actually making a move on you tonight considering his attention was now completely off of you. Meaning you were just stuck suffering until he either got bored and left, or fell asleep. And you didn't know if you had a conscience lenient enough to let you stick your hand back down your pants with him unknowingly sitting less than a foot away from you.

After a little while, Ville slid his arm over the back of the couch so close to your head that if you hadn't been forcibly sitting away, it would've been touching you, and then once again...nothing happened. He didn't say a word, and he didn't even glance for a second in your direction. Just watched the movie.

A bit longer after that and you were actually getting into the movie, because Ville was right; it was a great fucking movie. And you were trying your best to distract yourself both from the almost-painful ache between your thighs and the hottest man you’d ever met sitting directly next to you. The only time you allowed yourself to glance over at him was when he grabbed an ashtray off of the couch arm that forced him to reach directly across you. Other than that, nothing.

So, when you heard just the slightest bit of sound from Ville where he had relaxed next to you, you didn't really pay attention to it. The TV was kind of loud, and he'd laughed a couple times since you’d started watching it.

That was, until you heard that same sound again. And then again, but louder. And you quickly realized that what you were hearing was absolutely not a laugh. In fact, it sounded a lot like—

You had never side-eyed someone so fast in your entire life. Yoy didn't turn your head completely in his direction for fear of what you would see, but what you did see almost made your heart drop out of your fucking body.

Ville was in fact letting out tiny, almost inaudible groans, because less than half a foot away from you, he was fully palming himself through his pants. He was so hard that you could completely see the outline of his hard cock through the material, and you choked on the breath that you had been inhaling hard.

He knew. He had to have known what you’d been doing when he'd walked into the room earlier. That thought was confirmed when you looked a little further towards him, still not enough to actually turn your head in his direction, and saw that he was staring right at you.

"...what are you doing?" But you were playing dumb anyway. Mostly because you were so startled that you could feel a shake starting to settle in your fingers, and also because the way he was looking at you felt as if he was burning a hole right through your head. The arm that had been behind you on the couch suddenly slid down onto your shoulders, and then his hand was touching your jaw and forcing you to fully look in his direction.

And watch him rub his cock over his pants with his lip drawn between his teeth.

"Exactly what you were doing when I came down here, darling." Despite the fact that he was currently doing what you couldn't do, his voice was completely, unwaveringly steady, and he looked at you with a knowing gleam in his eye as he glanced downwards where your thighs were still pressed together (more so now, with the sight in front of you) under the blankets. "Did you think I wasn't going to notice you with your legs completely spread and your hand over your mouth?"

"I was..." Yeah, you really didn't have a good answer for that. All of your acting skills were flying further and further out the window with every look you stole down at where his hand was still moving slowly. He hummed before you could try to explain yourself any further.

"Touching that pretty pussy? I know." He finished for you, leaning down and letting his lips drag hotly against your cheek as he groaned audibly this time. "I want it. Let me see."

Your breath was ragged and fast as he kissed just barely at your cheek and jaw, his tongue touching your skin just slightly as his free hand began to pull the blanket off of you. Your head was spinning so intensely and your heart was racing as you let him remove the blanket and toss it over the back of the couch, not sure where to put your hands or what to do with yourself. You were so enamored with the sight of him touching himself that not a single other thought seemed to be computing in your brain.

"What?" You managed to mumble out, finally tearing your eyes away from his hand to move back up to his eyes. He chuckled lowly, his hand stopping completely on his cock and instead reaching forward to push your drawn up knees out to spread.

"I know you didn't get to finish, so finish. I'll watch." He said it like it was the simplest thing someone could do, but you felt your entire body jolt at the idea of touching yourself while Ville Valo sat and watched you with that infamous stare. "Close your mouth. I haven't even shown you my cock."

As you slammed your half-open mouth shut, he pushed your legs open completely before he was closing the tiny amount of space between you to kiss you slowly, his tongue lapping sloppily into every kiss against yours as his hands got so close, yet so far, to where you were desperately craving him.

"I have to...have to take my pants off." You stuttered out against his mouth, unable to do so with his hands forcibly holding your legs open the way they were. He kissed you one more time, biting at your lip enough to sting, before he pulled away, leaning back into his spot on the couch next to you with an entertained look on his face.

You felt like you were about to go make a speech in front of thousands of people with how nervous you were as you shed your bottom layer, but his deep groan when you stepped out of your thong was enough to spur you on. His hand was back on his cock now, but it was barely moving, and you knew that he was waiting on you. Waiting so that he could touch himself to the sight of you touching yourself.

"Good girl. Spread nice and wide." He cooed as you laid against the back of the couch with your legs spread completely to him, your hand itching to jump between your legs and satiate the need that had been burning within you for hours upon hours. "God, you’re fucking wet."

You couldn't wait anymore. You didn't care if you looked desperate. Your fingers were back on your clit before he was even completely done with that sentence, and you let out a soft moan at finally getting the stimulation that your body had been screaming for ever since Ville had interrupted you before. Your legs spread a little further then, and you rolled your hips just slightly in tune with the feeling of your fingers.

When you found the mental capacity to look back at Ville, because you’d been so distracted by your own pleasure that you’d forgotten his clear original motive, you were met with exactly what you were hoping to see. He was pushing his jeans down enough to free his cock, and you watched intently as he did so, seeing the way precum was smeared across his tip as he wrapped his hand around himself and let out a shaky gasp.

"What's got you so riled up, eh? What do you touch yourself to?" He asked after he clearly got himself under control, his hand pumping his cock slowly in comparison to the quick circle of your own fingers on your clit. You didn't even care by this point. Humility was gone and hormones had taken over completely.

"You." You whimpered, your foot moving so that your leg was resting over his thigh as a way to satiate your unquenched thirst for his touch. The hand that wasn't still jerking his cock moved from your ankle up your calf, and once again, he used it as a way to pull your legs open wider.

"Yeah? About my cock balls-deep inside of you like you’ve been waiting for all day?" His words were tinged with a hint of condescending nature, but all you did was moan in agreement, eyes zeroed in on his hand moving languidly up and down on his cock over and over again as he watched you touch yourself. "Does that feel good, love?"

"So good. I'm gonna—I can't—" You couldn't form complete enough sentences to get the message across, which was that you weren't going to last much longer with him talking you through it like that while he continued to stroke himself, but it was pretty obvious. Your back was arched away from the couch at that point, and your fingers were circling fast enough to make your wrist ache as you chased your own high without much care over how close Ville was. You’d been waiting too long and too patiently to pace yourself any longer.

"Make yourself cum. Let me see." He pressed just as you moaned, his grip tightening on your leg where he was still holding your calf as his eyes watched your fingers move without a single break to look up to you. "Fuck, you look so fucking beautiful."

That was it for you. You let out a moan that made you pray that no one else in the house was awake as you came, your back arching completely off of the couch and your hips pushing upwards as your muscles spasmed. Your eyes were closed as you rode through your orgasm, but you could hear the wet sound of his hand picking up pace on his cock, and you quickly fought to open them. You had obviously never seen Ville cum, and on the likely case that this was the last time this ever happened between you, you wanted to engrain the image in your brain forever.

He was moaning tightly with each stroke of his hand, and you watched with your chest heaving as he began to fuck his own hand, his hips rolling harshly off the couch as he rode closer and closer to his own climax.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" When he reached that tipping point, his moan was almost as loud as yours as his hips gave one final jerk before he was coming in slow streams all over his hand and partially on his jeans. His perfect features were screwed up in pleasure as his hand eventually slowed to half, barely-there strokes until the last bead of cum dripped from his slit and he let out the breath he'd clearly been holding.

You had sunk down to almost being on your back with your leg still thrown over his, and all you could do was watch him come back down to earth with your lip drawn between your teeth as he sucked in deep, shaky breaths.

"Shit, it's all over." He mumbled when he finally registered just how much he'd cum all over himself, his hand leaving your calf in favor of pulling his jeans out of the way where his cum was literally dripping from his fingers. You finally pulled yourself back into sitting position then, leaning over his lap and then running your tongue along the underside of his hand where it was dripping.

He then watched with his lips slightly parted as you took his wrist gently and began to suck each individual finger clean, trying to get past how long they were as you finally dragged your tongue across his palm before letting him go. If he wanted to go for shock factor, then you could, too. However, when he went to kiss you when you lifted your head again, you leaned back slightly.

"I just—" You had just licked what felt like five loads' worth of cum off of his hand, and you could taste the salty tang on your tongue, so you weren't sure he would've been a fan. You’d been shoved before for trying to kiss after cum had gone anywhere near your mouth. He just scoffed and laced his clean hand in your hair.

"I don't give a fuck." He muttered just before he was pulling you into a kiss, going softer and slower this time as he eventually let his grip in your hair go lax. He kissed you as if he was trying to eat you alive, his hand falling to grip your hip as he licked in your mouth just as he had before.

You kissed for a long time before you finally broke apart, both for air and because you had kind of made a little bit of a mess that really needed to be cleaned before Bam's couch was left with a ton of suspicious stains on it.

So, after about ten minutes of scrubbing cum stains (both out of the couch and out of Ville's pants and shirt), you could finally feel yourself getting tired where you’d been unable to fall asleep before. And Ville had stripped down to his boxer briefs, so it was apparent that he was staying.

"Ah. I missed my favorite part." He sighed in discontent as he paused to stare at the TV for a few seconds where the movie was still playing, shaking his head before he turned it off and then tossed the remote carelessly in the general direction of the TV stand.

"I'm sorry for distracting you." You said dryly as you laid back down on the chaise part of the couch, pulling the blanket off of the back and then silently wondering whether he was going to sleep next to you or perpendicular on the sitting portion of the couch.

"I'm not." He snickered, coming towards your part of the couch and then dropping unceremoniously down almost on top of you where you were trying to get comfortable and spread the blanket out. "Tired you out, didn’t I."

"Yeah. So shh." You mumbled, throwing the blanket over him and hoping that it was long enough to cover his seemingly-never-ending legs. He immediately slid right up into your side, his hand slipping down to find your leg where you weren't wearing pants so that he could rest his warm palm on your thigh.

"Stay down here when everyone else gets up and I'll fuck you in the morning." He whispered in your ear then, his lips brushing gently against the shell as he spoke. You inhaled shakily but didn't respond, feeling a bit of warmth flooding your chest despite your best attempts to control it when his free arm wrapped around you and pulled you flush back against his chest.

So far, you were 1-0 for scoring the hottest guy on the planet. And it didn't look like you were gearing up for any losses.

[asskickedbygirl]

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[johnny-coxville]

Can I request a fic or hc’s (either one, you choose) with a fem reader patching up Bam after a fall and it leads to some nsfw activity?

This was interesting to write, never did Bam before. It's a bit short, but I tried my best!

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Bam x fem!reader nsfw

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Skateboard spill

Dating such a popular skateboarder was a dream. All the girls and guys would fawn over him, yet you were the one he wanted. It made you feel like the most special girl around.

He treated you like gold. Taking you everywhere, and showing you off to everyone. He had recently taught you how to skateboard. Having learned sharing a board with him.

The only downside to dating a skateboarder meant that he got hurt. ALOT. Not only was he a skateboarder, but featured in a popular MTV show. Jackass.

He had gotten hurt countless times. Way more then you wanted. You were always right beside him with a first aid kit in hand.

You were like his own personal medic at all times.

Kissing his injuries even if he swatted you away. Today you were helping him film some of his skateboard bits for the show. Of course you towed around your first aid. Wraps, bandaids, rubbing alcohol. The important things.

It was only Ryan and Bam filming today. The rest of the guys resided in California. Bam was his usual energetic reckless self. You skated around the area as he filmed some of his bits. Coming over every now and then for him to tackle you with kisses.

The next bit he was planning, you watched him put together.

He had made a half assed wooden skate ramp. Lining some tin trashcans below it. He was going to jump right over them, and into the bushes. Though. Of course it didn't go correctly. As he made his way up the ramp, he flew off, landing farther then the bushes. He had fell into the tree line and rolled down the hill.

"I'll go get him..." You muttered to Ryan, who was absolutely losing his shit laughing. You picked up your box of medical items and headed his way. "Bam? Are you okay?" You yelled down the hill, sliding your way down. "Yeah. Bleeding like a bitch though!" He yelled back.

You sighed. You found his board caught on a small branch. Not much farther, Bam sat on the ground. Covered in brush. He smiled when you approached him. "Whoops.." He shrugged. You just sighed. Making your way over to him, you crouched down and examine his body. He ripped the bottom half of his shirt. A large gash on his stomach. Not to bad this time.

"Alright. Pull your shirt up please." You said opening your small box. You grabbed an alcohol wipe and cleaned out the cut. He winced a bit.

You taped the bandage on and gently pat it. Leaning down and kissing it with a smile. "Thank you baby." He said reaching a hand out for help. You picked him off the ground and began to head back up.

Before you could get more then a few feet, Bam wrapped his arms around your waist. Holding you in place. "Bam what are you doing? Ryan's waiting on you." You giggle. He leaves soft kisses on the crook of your shoulder, making his way to the side of your neck.

"He can wait." He said before continuing his soft kisses. "Bam...Come on.." You said leaning into his touch. His hands were wrapped tight. Rubbing his fingers against the sides of your waist. He always did this.

Any chance he got to make you feel good, he took it. Usually in the woods, when he took a nasty spill. He let go of your waist, before pushing you back against a tree.

Before you could muster words, his lips were connected to yours. You never complained about these heated moments. You smiled into the kiss. He bit down on your lip, making you flinch for a split moment. Your mouth opening for him to slip his tongue inside.

His hands wandered over your body. Feeling every curve and crevis he could get his hands on. You gave way into the kiss, your tongues clashing together. Your hands tugging and running through his course hair.

He pulled back from the kiss for a moment. Breathless. "I'm so glad you're mine. I can never get enough of your sweet taste." He said before diving right back into your mouth.

Your body was heated, begging for any kind of friction. The butterflies in your stomach feeling as if they were going to burst through. Aggressively beating inside of you. He brought his hands to your breasts, groping them and holding them.

You reached your free hand into the gap between you two. Feeling for his crotch. Finding his growing buldge. Rubbing his shaft through his pants. Your thumb and index finger making heat. He groaned, his hands trailing down to your waist. You brought your hands back up to his face. Rubbing his neck with your right, and your left through his hair.

He filled the gap between you two, grabbing your waist and pulling you. Pushing him back against the tree with his hips. Adjusting himself in his pants, he began to grind into you. His buldge rubbing against your thigh.

The kiss only got deeper. Completely wrapped into him. His speed grinding against you picking up. He broke free from the kiss, catching his breath. "Please. I need you." He said giving you a breath taking gaze of lust.

"Out here? What about Ryan?" You whispered. "We'll just tell him it took longer to patch me up. All I need is your hands baby. Please. I'll give you a pleasant ride in return. I'll be quick." He whispered back.

You nodded your head, desperate for the same touch. He undid his studded belt, and pulled down his jeans as fast as possible. Switching spots, he laid against the tree. He pulled his boxers down, his cock being freed.

You moved back over to him, taking his length into your hand. You examined the bruises and gashes on his thighs. He was really going to be the death of you. Or the death of himself at that. He winced at your touch. Trying to grind his hips into your hand. He was desperate.

You giggled, before beginning to take slow pumps. You attached your lips to his, giving him slow and long kisses. Picking up your pace gradually with your hand. He groaned into your mouth as you picked up the pace.

Coming increasingly closer. His hips bucking into your hand, you sealed his noises with your mouth the best you could. Your tongue fighting with his, as he dribbled cum down your fingers. Making a mess into your hand. You deattached from his mouth, and got onto your knee's. Licking his tip clean of any excess cemen.

He twitched lightly, being over sensitive. You sucked off the dribble from your hands. He pulled his pants and boxers back up.  His eyes following your hand to your mouth. He smiled before moving. "Lay against the tree. I promise I'll make you feel good." You switched spots once more, anticipation growing in your gut. Once you were comfortable against the tree, he got onto his knee's.

He pulled down your shorts, revealing the panties he had previously bought you. He smirked knowing you wore them even when you were out skating with him. He hooked his fingers into your panties, and slid them down to your ankles.

Your back end uncomfortably against the tree bark. He looked up at you, his eyes locking with yours. He made sure you followed his look, as he licked stripes over your clit. Still staring up at you. He grabbed a hold of both your thighs to hold you apart.

You were already trembling beneath him. His tongue diving inside of you. He didn't waste time, lapping at your clit and folds at a decent speed. His fingers tight enough to leave bruises on your thighs.

Your body was completely trembling, already tying a knot to come undone. Your hand gripped into his small curls, tugging at them. You wanted to moan out his name, instead covering your mouth with your hand. You could feel him smile against you a moment. Picking up his pace, his tongue worked you apart.

You tipped over the edge, nearly screaming into your hand, his tongue hitting the same spot on your clit repeatedly. He went on until you came, shaking aggressively under him. Drool soaking your hand from covering your face. His face was slathered in your fluid. Licking his lips clean. He wiped the rest onto his jacket sleeve. Yuck. Your mouth agape for a moment. He shot a smile.

"We better get going before Ryan gets much more suspicious." You nodded, pulling your garments back up. He brushed off his knee's and grabbed his skateboard from where it had been placed.

You grabbed your medical kit and made your way back up the hill. Ryan stood at the top, across from where the ramp was placed.

"What took you guys so long? Hanky panky in the woods?" He gave a frown. You smiled just slightly, giving it away. "Aww dude eww." He laughed. "Shut up. She was fucking patching me up." He said pulling up his torn shirt. "Mmmhmmm..." He nodded his head. You stood there holding back a laugh. Bam walking over to Ryan and shoving him. The guys getting into a play fight. Great. Now they would both end up bleeding.

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[juicypassionfruit]

Road Trip

Summary: Y/n and Raab himself are on the way to another one of Bam’s schemes but are interrupted 

Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Unprotected sex

Minors DNI please

A/n: This is my first time writing smut so I'm sorry if its awful. Also I want to apologize for not writing as much. More stuff is on the way! Thank you for the support I appreciate it <3

As the rain hit the window, Y/n watched the droplets race down the glass. It wasn't supposed to be stormy, hell, it wasn't even supposed to rain. She had no choice but to stay inside and wait until it stopped so she and Raab could go meet up with Bam. They weren't given too much information other than, 'Meet us in Atlantic city'. It wasn't a surprise that he planned something last minute and it wasn't really going as planned. "So what're we gonna do, wait it out?" Her eyes moved to Raab who stood behind her, bags in his hand disappointed with the sudden change of plans. "Well, there's nothing else we can do" He shrugged and dropped the luggage onto the ground walking towards the couch to sit down. Agreeing she sat next to him and put on a movie to kill some time while waiting.

Raab and Y/n have lived together for almost a year now. Being roommates was slightly different than spending every second together and even spending the night over at each other's houses. It should've come as no surprise that Raab was pretty messy, but when he left dishes and dirty towels on the bathroom floor she couldn't help but be shocked. Constantly having to tell him to clean up after himself and do his own laundry was annoying but she wouldn't live with anyone else. He was her best friend and no matter how much she wanted to strangle him most of the time Y/n wouldn't have it any other way.

The movie played and the rain died down to only sprinkles. It seemed like the perfect opportunity to leave before it picked back up again. The two rushed to grab their things and got into the car to leave. Raab insisted on driving even though he wasn't the greatest driver. Y/n brought plenty of CDs of her own to play in the car. He always complained when she did this but deep down they both knew he didn't mind her music and would even absently hum or sing it quietly. She rarely would catch him in the act too busy singing and dancing in the passenger seat but when she did she couldn't help but smile to herself. "Nooo not Gwen Stefani!" He groaned. Y/n laughed to herself and continued to play the rest of Spiderwebs before ejecting the CD and putting in another one. The next CD was CKY which Raab was pleased to hear. He nodded his head and sang along.

As they continued to drive the rain picked back up again, annoying but it was drivable. They were making a great time and might even make it around the same time Bam does. It wasn't a race but it was better to be there when he was or else they'd miss out on whatever he had planned for the remainder of the day.

Y/n put in a blank CD with no title or anything, having no idea what it could even be. For all, she knew it could've been more of Raab's music. To her surprise, it was Maroon 5. She opened the glove compartment in front of her hoping to find the track-list so she can skip to the songs she knows. To her luck she did, putting her finger on the next button only once deciding she would let the other songs play. As 'This Love' played the rain began to come down a little too hard for their liking.

"We might have to pull over til it stops 'cause I don't know how much longer I can drive like this" He spoke. Y/n nodded her head in agreement. Raab flicked his signal on and pulled over to the side of the two-lane freeway. He shut it off once he was fully off the road and parked, turning on his hazards so someone would see them. Just in case. The two sat there while the music played. "Well is this fun" Y/n lightly joked earning a smile from Raab, "Dude, this is so fun." They sat there making small talk while the music played.

When their conversation came to an end his heart began to race and his palms became sweaty. Raab was staring at her with admiration. Y/n didn't recognize this look and immediately asked, "What? Is there something on my face?" He laughed and shook his head, "No, you're just so beautiful." His face was hot and his cheeks were pink as he quietly spoke. The sudden boldness surprised both of them. Y/n brushed it off by laughing and looked away from him, "Raab, shut up" He continued to admire her with a goofy grin on his face. "I mean it, Y/n. You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

She looked back at him and smiled, "I think you're pretty too" Now Raab was turning away to hide his blush, even though it was too dark to even see. Before either of them could say anything else a flash of lightning lit up the sky. "Oh fuck" He took the words right out of her mouth. Raab started laughing in amazement completely unfazed by the situation. Y/n wasn't usually scared of lightning but only having a car as their protection didn't sit right with her. "I guess I'm not surprised you find this amusing." He does dumb shit for fun she shouldn't be surprised. Her laugh was a little forced as she tried to make light of the situation.

He nudged her shoulder with his fist gently, "Don't tell me you're scared of a little lightning, Y/n." She folded her arms over her chest and gave him an unpleased look. Raab only laughed and jumped in the back seat. "What are you-"

"Come here" His words were soft as he spoke, motioning for her to sit beside him. She clumsily moved next to him. The small space did not help her case. Raab put his arm around her and pulled her in close. "Just relax. We'll be fine." Y/n placed her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest, ignoring the bright light and rumbling in the sky.

It was too hard to relax even with Raab humming along to the music and rubbing her back. She abruptly sat up, "This isn't working. Let's play a game or something."

"I have a better idea," She waited for him to explain further but he didn't, "Do you trust me?" Y/n nodded her head and shrugged. Slowly he placed his hands on the sides of her face, making sure she was comfortable with his actions. When there was no hesitation in her face, only widened eyes from shock, he leaned forward, his lips hovering over hers. "Is this okay?" Not trusting her voice she nodded her head.

Raab placed his lips on hers. It was unlike any kiss she's ever had, he was a really good kisser. She had never felt like this while kissing someone, her heart fluttered and she felt fireworks. He was feeling no better than her, he's been dreaming of this moment the moment they became friends. Y/n put her hands on his chest as she deepened the kiss. His rhythm was interrupted as she did so but quickly got back into it. Her hands moved to the back of his neck grabbing the ends of his hair. She was desperate to feel more of him. His touch, his lips. He lightly groaned at the tug, moving his hands to her waist. Without stopping he moved her onto his lap. A smirk grew on her face as she felt his need for her. Y/n started to move her hips back and forth.

"Baby" He moaned and her hips stuttered. She was taken back and pulled away. Breathless with flushed cheeks. Their lips inches away from each other again. The smirk on her face returned when she saw Raab with his head leaned back and his eyes closed breathing heavy. Y/n placed a few kisses along his jaw and slowly went down to his neck, making sure to leave at least one light hickey. Deciding to take charge, Raab placed his lips on her again. Rougher this time. His hands slid up and down her back.

His fingertips lightly tugged the ends of her shirt, silently asking for permission. She pulled away just for a second to discard her shirt and bra. While she took off hers, he slid his off quickly. Raab attached his lips to her neck and slowly went down to her now revealing chest, making sure to mark it up. "I need you, Chris. Please." Y/n begged. He could've finished right then and there. Her pleads were like music to his ears. They both took off their pants and underwear, tossing them to the side.

Not wasting any more time he slowly entered her with a groan. When he bottomed out, he stayed still letting her get used to the feeling (and so he didn't finish too quick). Y/n placed her lips onto his for a quick kiss and started to move up and down, Raab's hands helped guide her. He looked so pretty with his head back, eyes tightened and mouth open. Not to mention the string of moans that came from him. She was brought back to reality when he hit the right spot inside her. "Fuck! Right there, Chris!" How could he not give her what she asked for when she sounded so pretty? He continued at a slightly faster pace making sure to hit the same spot over and over again. The feeling of her clenching around him helped reach him closer and closer to his own high. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

"Me too" After a few more thrusts she reached her climax, saying his name over and over again which caused him to finish inside of her. They sat there for a while catching their breath, her head on his shoulder with her arms wrapped around him. When they finally did, he pulled out and reached over to the closest article of clothing in reach to clean her up with. As they changed back into their clothes, the CD had played every song and was replaying the album. The silence wasn't as awkward with the music playing. The thunder and lightning stopped and the rain was light once again. "Guess I can drive again now" Raab laughed. "Yeah I guess so" She replied with a smile. They jumped back into the front of the first place car, checking their appearance in the mirror and putting themselves back together.

As she touched up her makeup he admired her, wondering why she even bothered with makeup she definitely didn't need it. Without turning her head she noticed him looking at her. "You're staring again" Y/n smiled and put the mirror back up. "I can't help it." Raab lovingly stared at her. In a quick motion, she put both of her hands on the sides of his face and kissed him. "Now c'mon we have to get there asap." He started the car and started to drive again.

After a few hours of driving, they reached their hotel in Atlantic City. Because they were so behind on driving they got there late, missing whatever Bam had planned for that evening. They both got ready for bed and laid on their separate beds.

 "Chris?" Her voice was soft not wanting to wake him if he was already asleep. He hummed as a response, obviously half awake. "Can I sleep next to you?" Raab started to laugh, "C'mere" She got up and made her way to the other side of his bed. He turned to face her, a goofy grin on his face. Y/n knew him well enough to know he was gonna say something stupid. To avoid this she gave him a quick peck on the lips, "Shut up."

He laughed and sighed, "I love you, Y/n"

"I love you too, Chris." He laid on his back pulling her into his chest and falling asleep shortly after. 

[dunnswrld]

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[welcometojackass2022]

Hot and Ready, Just Like Our Pizza (Sub!Raab x Reader) [Smut] (Jackass, CKY, Viva La Bam)

Just a stupid idea I came up with after I learned about Raab’s short time as a pizza delivery boy. Apparently he’d have Bam and Dico accompany him at night while he’d knock down the mailboxes of the people who didn’t tip him. This takes place in the early 2000s, long after his job as a pizza delivery boy, so I imagine this roleplay scenario as him living out a fantasy of what he wishes would have happened while he actually had that job. I believe the 2nd and 3rd GIFS are from my favorite girl @lovelyra so thank you as always :)

Description: It’s just like one of those cheesy pornos from the 80s. You’ve ordered a pizza, but when the delivery boy, Raab, gets to your house, you discover that you only have enough cash to pay for the pizza and not enough to give him a tip. Perhaps he’ll accept another form of payment?

Warnings: Female Reader, Cursing, Smut, Sub Boy/Dom Girl Dynamics, Roleplay, Pizza Delivery Man Roleplay, You offer to pay the pizza delivery boy with something other than money and he says yes because of course he does, This whole situation is wish fulfillment on Raab’s part, Raab addresses you as ma’am the whole time

@asskickedbygirl @butttxray @lieutenant-cinnamon-roll

Ding-Dong. Ding-Dong. Ding-Dong.

Your doorbell rang three times, and you paused the movie you were watching to peer out of your living room window, slightly annoyed by the loud disturbance. Through the window, you could see that a skinny boy with long, slightly messy hair was standing on your doorstep with a look that was a mix of nervousness and impatience. He wore a wrinkled long-sleeved shirt with the name of a pizza place emblazoned across the front of it, and he was holding a box of pizza in his hands. “Oh shit, finally!” You’d been waiting for that pizza for what felt like an hour. You checked your watch and, sure enough, it had been an hour. No wonder the poor guy looked so nervous; he probably thought you were gonna yell at him for being late. Lucky for him, you weren’t the type of asshole to yell at a food service worker over something as insignificant as cold pizza. You stood up from the couch and made your way over to the front door, pulling out the $10 in cash from your pocket you’d gotten out so you wouldn’t have to fumble around for it, and then you opened the door right as the pizza boy was moving to ring the doorbell again.

He quickly straightened up, the impatience fading away to be replaced with pure nervousness as he spoke. “Uh, hello ma’am. Here’s your pizza. Sorry for the wait, I got stuck in traffic.” He handed you the box, and you smiled reassuringly. “No worries! You made it here, that’s all that matters. $10 plus tip, right?” The pizza boy shook his head. “Don’t worry about the tip, ma’am, you don’t have to give me one since I was so late.” You smiled. “I’m still gonna give you a tip, sweetie, I’m not a dick. You got the pizza here, didn’t you? That deserves a tip, as far as I’m concerned.” Your reassurances were enough to calm him down, and his nervous look quickly disappeared as a sweet little smile spread over his face. “You’re nice, ma’am. Usually people just yell at me and slam the door in my face when I’m late.” You shook your head with a frown. “People like that are just assholes, don’t let them get to you. Here, I’ve already got the $10 for the pizza right here, and then I can just grab the tip from my wallet for you—oh shit. Where is my wallet?” You handed the pizza boy the $10 bill for the pizza as you felt around your pockets for your wallet, which you were certain you’d had on you just a few minutes earlier. It wasn’t in any of your pockets, it wasn’t tucked into your waistband, and it wasn’t on the couch where you’d just been sitting. “Fuck. Where did it go? I haven’t left the living room all day, it’s gotta be here somewhere.”

Your heart sank as you realized your wallet was most likely lost; you weren’t particularly worried for yourself, since it had to be somewhere in the living room and that meant there wasn’t a whole lot of space you’d have to cover to find it, but you were worried for the pizza boy. You’d promised him a tip, after all, and expecting him to stand on your doorstep for the next thirty minutes so you could find your wallet to give him said tip seemed like a lot to ask of a stressed out delivery boy. You bit your lip, leaning against the frame of the front door as you tried to decide how to fix this messy situation. The pizza boy awkwardly shrugged his shoulders, trying to hide his disappointment as he mumbled a reassurance. “It’s fine, ma’am. Like I said, I was late. You don’t have to tip me anyway.” You shook your head, crossing your arms. “No, no way am I letting you walk away without some kind of tip. Let me think.” You racked your brain for any other sources of money that you may have had; any dollars in a drawer? Any jars full of quarters? Surely you had a least a little money laying around somewhere in the house. As you thought about it, you glanced up at the pizza boy, who was staring at your breasts; clearly, he had assumed that you wouldn’t notice where he was looking. Crossing your arms had accentuated them, and now the poor boy couldn’t seem to take his eyes off them. Interesting. Maybe I can do something with this.

You decided to test his interest a little further; you purposefully crossed your arms even more so as to push them together, leaning forward a little bit so he could just barely see down your shirt. Sure enough, the delivery boy’s eyes widened, and his eyes remained fixed on your chest, the slightest hint of a bulge appearing in his jeans. That was all the confirmation you needed to decide how you were gonna tip him. Offering to have sex with the pizza man as a tip was the type of cheesy, cliched move that was usually reserved for bad 80s porno films, but at this point you didn’t really care. You needed something to tip him with, and if that was sex, then so be it. Besides, he was pretty cute, and he seemed like a sweet guy, so it wasn’t like you were gonna have to force yourself to pretend to be attracted to him. “Maybe I could tip you in another way?” You leaned even further forward to give him a better view down your shirt, and his bulge became even bigger, his breath hitching as he tried to tear his gaze away from your breasts long enough to look up at you. “Huh? Oh, uh, sure ma’am. What other way are you thinking?” You could see the slightest glimmer of excitement in his eyes, like he wanted sex to be a possibility but didn’t want to get his hopes up too high. “Well…I was thinking maybe you could come inside for a few minutes and I could…play with you for a bit.” You smiled suggestively at him as you spoke, your eyes fixed on the sight of his cock hardening even more through his jeans as he crossed his legs in a desperate attempt to hide how aroused he was.

His eyes went even wider than they already were, and his face became a deep shade of red as he realized what you were implying. “You mean like…sexually?” You grinned. “Yes, sweetie, sexually. If you don’t want to then that’s fine, but if you’re into it then by all means let’s do it.” The delivery boy thought it over for a moment, nearly shaking from how excited he was at the offer, and then he fervently nodded. “Yes, ma’am, that sounds nice.” You smiled. “Great! Here, come on in, sweetie.” You led him inside, setting the pizza down on your kitchen table and motioning for him to sit down on the couch, which he eagerly did. “Oh, by the way, what’s your name sweetie? This might get a little awkward if I don’t know what to call you.” He grinned bashfully, leaning back against the couch and letting his black uniform shirt ride up just enough to expose a sliver of his flat belly. “Oh right, sorry. You can call me Raab.” You made your way back over to the couch and sat down beside him, close enough to make him feel comfortable but not close enough to make him feel like you were trying to rush him. He seemed a little antsy still, like he was nervous, and you leaned over to push his hair out of his face reassuringly. “Are you okay? You can back out, you know, I’m sure I’ve got actual money lying around the house in some odd spot if you’d rather take that.” Raab quickly shook his head. “No, ma’am, I really wanna do this. No one’s ever offered this before, so this is kind of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You’re also really hot. Sorry, was that disrespectful?”

You laughed. “No, Raab, that wasn’t disrespectful at all. You’re really hot too. Anyway, why don’t we get those tight jeans off first? The button looks like it’s gonna snap off from how hard your cock is right now, poor thing must feel so trapped.” Raab glanced down at his prominent bulge, his cheeks going slightly pink with embarrassment. “Yeah, sorry ma’am. You leaned forward earlier and I saw down your shirt, I swear I wasn’t trying to but—” You cut him off with a kiss, pulling him closer so his upper body was pressed against yours. When he pulled away, his eyes darted down to take in the full view he had down your shirt, and you led his hands up to grab at your breasts through the soft fabric of your t-shirt. “You don’t have to be sorry for looking at them, Raab, I’m glad you like them. Do you wanna see them without the shirt?” He nodded eagerly, sitting up against the couch and pushing up his long black sleeves, and you grabbed the hem of your shirt and swiftly pulled it off, tossing it aside and grabbing Raab’s hands again to let him play with your bare boobs. As his fingers wandered over your nipples, you moved your own hands down to unbutton his tight jeans, unzipping his fly and reaching into his boxers to pull his hard cock out. It was cute and pink and just the right size to fit in your hand, and you gave it a few quick, teasing pumps as you admired it. He whined softly, bucking his hips up against your touch. “I can’t believe this is actually happening.” You glanced up at him inquisitively. “What do you mean, sweetie?” You briefly removed your hand.

Raab’s face went red, and he desperately reached for your hand, trying to get you to start touching him again. “I’m about to get fucked by a pretty girl as a tip for my lame-ass pizza job. I just never thought I’d be this lucky.” You smiled, wrapping your hand around his cock again to touch him like he wanted. “I’m surprised no one’s offered this before, considering how cute you are.” His hands continued to play with your bare boobs, squishing and squeezing the soft skin and curiously rubbing over your hard nipples; after a moment or two, he leaned down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, glancing up at you for approval, and when you nodded, he gently wrapped his lips around the sensitive nub, suckling on your nipple as he stared up at you with a vulnerable look. Soft little whimpers escaped his mouth every time your hand swiped over his slick cock head, and it made you want to get into fucking him even quicker just so you could hear what sounds he’d be making when your pussy was around his cock. He quickly switched to the other nipple and sucked on it with just as much enthusiasm, his lips wet and red with saliva, and you only gave him a few seconds to linger there before you pulled him off to kiss you again, pushing your tongue into his mouth as you grabbed at the hem of his uniform shirt and tugged it upwards; you pulled away long enough to help him take his shirt off, and then he hungrily pressed his lips to yours once more, letting you explore his bare chest with one hand and jerk him off at a slow, sensual, teasing pace with the other.

Raab pushed his hips up long enough to pull his boxers and jeans all the way down his legs and onto the floor, all without breaking the kiss, and then his hands wandered down to your pants, his fingers shakily unbuttoning and unzipping them and helping you lift up so he could pull them all the way down to your ankles; you kicked them off and then broke the kiss to see his reaction. The poor boy couldn’t tear his eyes away from the sight of you in nothing but your panties, and his cock seemed to become impossibly harder within your grip, beads of precum leaking from his red tip as he stared at you wide-eyed and mouth agape. You giggled at his shocked look, leaning over to grab his hand and guide it down between your legs, motioning for him to rub your pussy through the thin material of your panties. As cute as it was to see him so shocked, the fact that you were both nearly naked was making you slightly impatient from how badly you wanted to fuck him right then and there. Raab gently rubbed at your clit through the panties, clearly a little nervous and not wanting to do something wrong, and you parted your thighs to give him a little more access to your pussy. He cautiously pulled your panties aside, glancing up at you once again for approval, and then he gently pushed one of his fingertips inside you, moaning softly at the feeling of your wetness wrapped around his finger. You let him explore for a moment, pushing his finger further inside you and twisting it around to rub your clit.

“Are you ready for your tip, sweetie? You ready to fuck my pussy?” Raab nodded eagerly, pulling his fingers away and moving to get on top of you, but you stopped him. “I’ve got a better position we can try.” You climbed into his lap, facing him and wrapping your hand around the base of his cock to hold it steady as you lowered yourself down until your dripping wet entrance was just barely hovering above his tip. Raab’s eyes were locked on your pussy, a look of anticipation on his face as he waited for you to take his cock. He instinctively gripped your hips, subconsciously trying to pull you all the way down onto his cock from just how impatient he was, and you wrapped your arms around his neck as you lowered yourself down onto his cock head. The second he felt your warm, wet cunt wrapped around his tip, Raab’s mouth fell open, his head falling back against the couch as his grip on your hips tightened. “Holy shit, that feels so good, ma’am, keep going.” You sank even further down on his cock, pausing to adjust to the feeling of it stretching you out, and Raab pulled your body towards him to bury his face between your boobs, soft moans leaving his mouth as he felt your pussy enveloping more and more of his thick shaft. His hands pushed down on your hips, helping you take his cock all the way to the base, and you purposefully tightened up around his shaft, grinning when his eyes nearly rolled back in his head and another soft whimper left his lips. You started to move, but he stopped you, wanting to enjoy the feeling of your pussy completely engulfing his cock from tip to base.

You patiently waited, giving him a little time to get used to the sensation, and then you held onto his shoulders as you pulled yourself all the way up off his cock, teasing the tip of his cock with the lips of your dripping wet pussy, making him whine impatiently as he waited for you to take his aching cock once again. “Shh, be patient, sweetie. You don’t wanna speed through your tip, do you?” He shook his head. “No, sorry ma’am. It just feels really good, I want your pussy back on my cock so badly.” You nodded, soothingly stroking his hair. “I know, sweetie, I know. Don’t be sorry. Come here, let me give you something to distract yourself with.” You guided his mouth back down to your nipple and he obediently suckled on it, just barely bucking his hips up out of desperation for friction, his cock bobbing around as he waited for you to finally sink back down on it. You held a firm grip on his shaft, holding it in place as you rubbed the wet folds of your pussy over his cock head once again, waiting until precum was dripping from his tip and his legs were practically shaking to finally lower yourself back onto his cock, bouncing up and down on his shaft to ride him as you grabbed onto his shoulders for support. Raab gasped against your nipple, saliva spilling from his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut and moaned loudly at the overwhelming pleasure of your slick wet cunt engulfing his sensitive cock, and he pulled away to press fervent kisses to your boobs as he jerked his hips up to push his cock deeper inside you.

“Please go faster, ma’am, I need to cum so bad—” Raab buried his face in your neck with a whine as you tightened up around his cock, his fingernails digging into your hips as he humped his hips up against you, his tip pressing against your sensitive spot as you quickened your pace like he’d begged you to do. You pulled on and off his cock, raking your fingernails down his toned back as you rode his cock at a quick, steady pace, eyes focused on Raab’s face for any signs that he was closer to his orgasm; his breathing was heavy, his face a bright red shade and his hair messy as he thrust his hips up against you, lips slightly parted and eyes still squeezed shut as he desperately groped at every part of your body he could reach. You took his cock all the way to the hilt and stopped again to rub your clit against the tip of his cock, bringing yourself just as close to cumming as he was, and then you slammed down on the full length of his shaft one more time, clenching up around him and reaching your orgasm right as he came with a shuddery gasp, throwing his head back against the couch and bucking his hips up as you milked his cock dry. His load was massive; by the time he finished, his cum had completely filled your pussy and was dripping down your thighs, a look of pure ecstasy mixed with exhaustion on his face as he laid back against the couch with a soft groan, his cock still inside you as it softened. “Fuck, ma’am, you’re a very generous tipper.” You giggled, giving him a gentle kiss on the lips as you pulled off of him and got up from the couch to grab a towel.

You cleaned the cum off your thighs and off of his cock, helpfully smoothing down Raab’s messy hair, and then you dropped it in the laundry bin and helped the awestruck delivery boy to his feet. “Here, sweetie, I’ll help you put your clothes back on.” You dutifully helped him with his pants and his uniform shirt, rubbing your fingers over his flushed cheeks to soothe them, and after a brief moment of the two of you staring at each other, you leaned over to give him another soft kiss, his hands running up your still-bare sides tenderly as he pulled away with a grin. “You’ll order another pizza soon, right?” You laughed as you walked him to the door. “Of course I will, sweetie. The one I ordered today is probably cold now that I think about it, being left on the table for so long, so maybe I’ll order another one tomorrow to make up for that.” His face lit up, and he nodded with a lovestruck look. “Sounds good, ma’am. Maybe I’ll get lucky and you’ll lose your wallet again.” You smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Maybe. You better be getting back, though. Your boss is probably wondering where you are.” He nodded. “Right. I’ll tell him I got stuck in traffic. Listen…this was really nice. And you really are beautiful, ma’am. Thanks for…you know. My tip.” He rubbed his neck sheepishly as he made his way through the door, and you waved goodbye to him with a smirk. “Anytime, sweetie. Drive back safely.” You closed the front door, paused for a moment, and then opened it again. Raab was standing there with a massive grin on his face. “How did I do?” You pulled him back inside and hugged him tight, kissing him on the cheek affectionately. “You did amazing, baby, that was so unbelievably hot I’m not even sure how to explain it.”

Raab blushed, taking off the uniform shirt he’d kept from his days as an actual pizza boy and tossing it on the couch, and then he made his way over to the box of pizza on the table and opened it to grab a slice. “I’ll say. God, I wish a girl had actually tipped me like that when I really was a pizza guy, maybe I wouldn’t have knocked down so many mailboxes. The best tip I ever got was $10 and a coupon for a free Subway sandwich.” You laughed, grabbing your clothes off the floor to put them back on as you closed the front door. “Wow, really? People are such cheapskates. If it makes you feel better, I definitely would have tipped you like that if you’d shown up at my front door with a pizza.” Raab grinned. “I probably would have been obsessed with you if you did. Instead of knocking down your mailbox, I would have made Bam and Dico come with me to leave flowers on your doorstep every night, that’s how annoying I was back then.” You hugged him from behind, shaking your head. “You weren’t annoying baby, I’m sure of it. If a guy had left flowers on my doorstep like that, I would have thought it was really cute. Cuter than knocking my mailbox down, anyway. So, what should we roleplay as next? Any other miserable low-paying jobs you worked? I’ve got an idea: rich man’s lonely wife and the handsome construction worker who’s doing renovations on her mansion.” Raab raised his eyebrows and glanced over at his pizza boy uniform. “We’re gonna need more costumes.”

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Our Ultimatum

Chapter 2: Metal

Boba Fett x Fem!reader

Summary: As you settle into your new job at the palace, Boba’s interest in you only grows.

Warnings: Not much this time, Boba’s still flirting 24/7, hella sexual tension, Boba gets a little bit handsy

Also I lied last update, the smut will not be in this chapter, I’ve added a bit more plot.

You were pleasantly surprised how peaceful the palace could be.

When you had arrived you assumed the halls of the palace would be teeming with the same criminals that filled the throne room, but to your surprise it was fairly empty. Perhaps it was because of the area of the palace you worked in, Fennec had promised you work that was out of the way of the action and she really had delivered.

Your current job revolved around inventory. Since the palace had unexpectedly changed hands, Boba and his cohort hadn’t been able to fully document the weapons left by Bib Fortuna and so you found yourself taking records in the armoury most of the time. You started the job unable to tell apart a sporting blaster from a stingbeam, but now three weeks in you could identify even the most exotic weapons with ease.

You rarely saw anyone whilst you worked, with the armoury being off-limits to nearly everyone except yourself and Raab Bynes, who oversaw you whilst you worked. Raab was a hardened figure, at first not keen on talking much, but by now you’re pretty sure he’s warmed to you. He was a much older man, a retired bounty hunter that had worked with Boba Fett many years ago. Apparently the two were still on good terms, as he would frequently go for drinks with his old hunting partner or sit beside his throne on the dais and talk.

You yourself hadn’t spoken to Boba since your dinner a few weeks ago. It’s not that he was ignoring you. If he passed you in the hallway he would always give you a nod in greeting, but when he was always flanked by a team of warriors it seemed imprudent to attempt a conversation with him. On some very scarce occasions he would pass by with his helmet off and tucked under his arm. In these instances he would smile lowly at you, his dark eyes flashing with something you couldn’t quite pin.

He was a busy man, and now you were a busy woman too. Your respective roles in the palace kept you far apart, and strangely enough you started to mourn that. Part of you yearned to feel his gentle touch again or hear the way his rough voice sounded when he called you one of his many pet names.

“Bring me that data pad would you” Raab snaps you out of your reverie, he’s digging through a set of large crates and gesturing with one hand for the data pad.

You snatch it up, walking over to hand it to him, shaking all thoughts of Boba from your mind. It was a silly infatuation, one that you needed to quit before it was too late.

“Here,” you hand over the data pad and watch as Raab uses it to scan the contents of the box “what is it?”

“I’m not quite sure,” he says, running a hand over his grey hair “some sort of blaster canon. Not one that I recognise though”

Curious, you lean forward to inspect the canon yourself. It’s nestled in a foam casing with a set of protective gauntlets next to it, a sleek silver cylinder unlike anything that you’ve come across so far. It looks much too sophisticated to be here amongst all the slightly dated weaponry you’ve been working with.

“What does the system say?” you ask.

“Well that’s just the problem. It doesn’t say anything” Raab frowns “There’s no information on any weapon like this.”

He puts down the data pad and reaches into the box to inspect the canon closer, rotating it a few times to see the sleek control switches on its body.

“I’m going to speak to Boba about this, see what he wants to do with it. Take a break, I’ll come find you when I’m done.” Raab closes the crate’s lid, taking the data pad in his hand.

“Sure” You say as your colleague gives you a parting pat on the shoulder and disappears between the many stacks of crates.

Now left alone in the armoury, you turn back to the crate. Part of you is tempted to open it up again to see the strange canon again, but you’re far too worried you might get in trouble. Raab seemed cautious of it, and that coming from a man with such an extensive knowledge of weapons made you wary. You chose instead to leave it be and leave the armoury for a change of scenery.

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Walking through the halls of one of the palace’s secondary towers you gaze out the windows to the Dune Sea, enjoying the warm breeze that brushes your face. You feel as though if you just looked hard enough you’d be able to see your old home of Mos Eisley on the horizon beyond the sand dunes. You’d been back there a few times since moving to the palace, going to some of the shops to spend your new money. Recently you’d been indulgent, buying little silly things you had never had the want nor means for in the past. A few simple pieces of jewellery and a long linen dress were amongst your favourite new purchases, and even though Raab had recently suggested you start saving for a home of your own, you really couldn’t find it in you to care. You were comfortable living in the palace, at least for now.

Growing bored of roaming the quieter halls you decided instead to seek out your new famous pastime. At first you had avoided the throne room like the plague, terrified of the type of people that socialised there. In the last week however, you had found a secluded spot at the back of the room to sit and people watch. You enjoyed being able to overhear the sketchy business deals and bets exchanged between the people that Boba entertained.

Making your way to the throne room, the peaceful hallways grew ever louder and busier. Slipping along the back wall you found the darkened booth at the end of the room. Each booth had a lamp attached to the table, in yours however the lamp was broken allowing you to fade into the darkness and remain undisturbed. As you settled into your seat you turned to survey your surroundings.

Despite being the usual crowd, it seemed slightly quieter. The figures in the room seemed on edge, every so often people would turn and face the empty throne, waiting for the return of its usual inhabitant.

A few members of Boba’s cohort sat were sat at the dais, notably the zabrak from your arrival. He sat on the edge of the platform, a large, curved vibroblade lay on his lap which he polished slowly. You had learnt his name was Yovu, a minor crime lord who had once run a sizeable spice running industry before joining forces with Boba. It wasn’t just you he had a short temper with, it was common occurrence to see the young zabrak threaten the guests of the palace. He was arrogant and rude, everything Boba Fett was not.

As if on cue the crowd on the far side of the room part to allow Boba Fett to pass through. He’s flanked by Fennec and Raab and you assume they’ve just finished talking about the mystery weapon. They seem in good spirits; Boba takes his seat on the throne whilst Fennec produces a bottle of spotchka for herself and Raab. The trio speak quietly amongst themselves for a few minutes, and you sense your break will soon be coming to a close, watching as Raab finishes his drink.

He spots you, pointing you out to Fennec before saying what you assume are his goodbyes. Raab descends the steps of the dais and you raise to meet him, watching him weave through the crowd to meet you.

“What did they say about the blaster canon?” You ask, curious to see if Boba and Fennec knew anything about it.

“Unfortunately not much. Boba wants to see it himself sometime, but it’s not a priority right now,” Raab looks back at the throne “It’s getting late, take the rest of the day off. We’ll start again tomorrow.”

“Thanks” You say. Raab gives you a farewell pat to the shoulder before taking his leave.

Now that you’re standing away from the dark of your booth you’re fully exposed to the eyes of anyone who wants to look at you. Tentatively you risk a glance at Boba. He’s slumped low into the throne and fiddling with the blaster in his hands. He stills when he catches your eye behind the visor, jerking his head back to urge you to come to him and holstering his weapon.

Your heart pounds within your chest at his acknowledgement and you barely think twice about crossing the room to him. So much for controlling that infatuation with him.

You come to stop in front of the dais, but Boba beckons you closer.

“Come up here little one, let us talk like friends” He says and cautiously you obey, raising the skirt of your dress to climb the stone steps and stand before the throne.

You lamely offer Boba’s visor a smile and hope that it disguises the sudden onslaught of nerves affecting you. His gaze is unwavering, and you only break it when Fennec offers you a small glass of spotchka. You accept, happy to have something to do with your fidgety hands.

“This is nice,” Boba says, reaching up and using the back of his forefinger to glide over the fabric of your dress just above your knee “Is it new?”

The action nearly causes your legs to give out under you. His touch is entirely innocent in its intention, moving up and down on your leg only an inch above your knee at most, yet the impact it has on you is devastating.

“Yes, I bought it last week.” You’re surprised you managed to get any words out at all.

“It suits you,” he says, his gruff voice sounding warm and sincere.

You’re about to respond, but the words die in your throat when Boba’s gentle stroking inches higher on your leg. You clear your throat and try to ignore the way his touch makes your thigh tremble. Boba’s attitude doesn’t change, acting as if he’s unaware of how flustered he’s got you. You manage to squeak out a pathetic little thank you.

“You seem to have settled well. Raab Bynes certainly thinks you’re doing well at your job” Boba says.

“Only thanks to him. I barely knew a thing about blasters before coming here, now I feel like I know everything” You manage through a small laugh.

Fennec laughs too and your cheeks burn when you realise she must have noticed Boba’s touch on your thigh, possibly also the way you’re subtly leaning into it. Despite your embarrassment you cant bare to pull yourself away.

“Have you ever shot a blaster before?” She asks.

“A couple of times, but I wasn’t very good at it,” You admit.

Boba hums, stopping his stroking and instead holding the outside of your thigh. His thumb draws little circles on your now hyper-sensitive flesh.

“Fennec could teach you,” Boba suggests.

“Or Boba could. His aim’s been getting worse lately, you could both use the practice” Fennec quips back with a smile.

You laugh quietly with her, stopping when Boba gives your thigh a warning squeeze.

“Would you want that little one?” He asks.

Before you can respond however, Yovu the zabrak interrupts.

“You had better be bringing me good news” He snaps, pointing his long vibroblade at two mercenaries that have approached the dais.

Boba’s other hand takes your hip, guiding you over towards Fennec so he can face the new arrivals. Fennec offers you a small wooden stool beside the throne and you sit, sipping your spotchka and watching the scene play out. Yovu jumps down from his seat on the edge of the raised platform and stalks towards the two men.

“Did you reach Jagba?” the zabrak questions “and what happened to the rest of your team?”

“We arrived at the planet fine sir, but the Kostah brothers turned on us” one of the mercenaries responds.

You feel very lost, much of the palace’s business is still foreign to you but you try to listen anyways.

“So you didn’t negotiate a deal with them” Yovu snarls.

“No, sir.” the mercenary confesses “They claimed to be insulted that you did not send someone of importance to speak with them. They killed most of us, and let us go to send their message”

“I’ll go,” Boba says with resolution “we can’t afford for these negotiations to keep dragging on like this.”

Yovu turns from the mercenaries to face Boba.

“Fett, with all due respect,” He says, in a tone not at all respectful “the Kostah deal was my mission. They’re spice runners too and so I should be the one to go”

“I didn’t ask for your opinion on the matter. I don’t want another let down; I’m doing to close this deal myself” Boba snaps. This is the Boba Fett you had heard rumours about. The bounty hunter of legends who ruled his criminal empire with a beskar fist, not the man who called you ‘little one’ and touched you like you were the most delicate thing.

“I’ll need you with me, gather what you need. We leave in the next few days,” Boba states to Fennec. She nods, downing the rest of her drink and stepping away from the throne.

“I’m sorry, meshla. We’ll finish our conversation some other time” Boba says to you, in a tone notably softer than the way he had spoken to everyone else. He rises from the throne and descends from the raised platform.

You supposed you shouldn’t be too upset he was leaving you; you’d barely spoken much before so you could hardly expect him to abandon this apparently important business for some silly conversation. Despite how much you told yourself this, you couldn’t help the pang of disappointment that his hands weren’t on your flesh anymore.

Rising from the throne he tells the mercenaries to follow him, wanting to further discuss the events of their recent trip. He passes through the crowd of the throne room, all swathes of black fabric and green beskar. You watch Boba pass into a corridor, keeping your vision trained on him until its not physically possible to do so anymore.

Now that Boba has gone you notice that Fennec too has slipped away, leaving you alone on the dais to feel horrifically out of place and still deeply flustered. Your palm rubs up and down the expanse of thigh that Boba had been toying with in a vague attempt at calming the nerves there that still sing for his touch.

“Do you still have a reason to be up there?” Yovu spits lowly at you from his spot before the dais. Trapped in the fiery gaze of the scolded zabrak, your voice fails.

“Well? Do you?”

Sensing that you’ve outstayed your welcome in the spot beside Boba’s throne, you take this as your cue to leave. Standing up, you slink away and retreat to your room, hoping you don’t have to see Yovu again for a long while.

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The Anniversary Surprise (Sub!Raab Himself/Chris Raab x Reader) [Smut]

@chasingwinehouse this one’s for you <3 Full credit to you for the GIFS and for most of the ideas shown here! Hope you enjoy it :)

I censored some words in the description and warnings, so maybe this one won’t get hit with a content warning like the previous one was.

Description: It’s you and Raab’s one year anniversary, and you want to do something special for him; after a date night consisting of dinner and a movie, you take him back home and surprise him with something new: s*x without a condom. He obviously gets super excited, and about halfway through, he ends up getting a little overstimulated. Instead of wanting you to stop, he actually begs you to keep going, and that’s how you find out that Raab likes the feeling of it.

Warnings: Cursing, Sm*t, Mommy Kink, Sub Raab and Dom Reader, Unprotected S*x, You tease Raab during the date to purposefully make him horny, Overstimulation, Raab cums quickly but then keeps going because he wants you to cum too and it overstimulates him, Slightest Hint of Breeding Kink (part of the appeal for Raab is that he gets to cum inside you), Raab cries and begs a lot

@asskickedbygirl tagging you as always!

@butttxray tagging you as always too!

“I don’t know how you’ve managed to put up with Raab’s annoying ass for a whole year, man, you’re a national hero.” Novak brushed the massive pile of crumbs off of his bed, pulling out a McDonald’s hamburger wrapper from under his pillow and shoving it under his mattress as you looked on in disgust. You rolled your eyes, resisting the urge to say the meanest thing you possibly could at that moment; on any other occasion you would have reminded Novak that he was at least ten times more annoying than Raab could ever be, but this wasn’t a good time to do that since Novak was being nice enough to let you borrow his bedroom for the night. “He’s not annoying, Novak, be nice. And why the hell do you have so many wrappers in your bed? I could feed an entire football team with the crumbs you just brushed onto the floor.” Novak shrugged with a shameless grin. “Chill out, babe. A couple of crumbs aren’t gonna stop you and Raab from banging it out, right?” You made a face. “You’ve got such a way with words, Novak, you should be an author.” He raised his eyebrows, laughing obnoxiously as he tried (and failed) to smooth out his wrinkled bedsheets. “Dreamseller, baby!” You grinned. “Poor old Frantz has probably contributed more to that book than you have, Novak.” Novak smirked, but he didn’t deny it. “No comment. Anyway, where’s my two packs?”

You shot him a look. “You said one pack, dipshit, not two. Don’t get greedy.” Novak raised his arms in defeat with a shit-eating grin. “Alright, alright, you caught my bluff. I was hoping you’d forget how many packs you promised me and I could get another free one out of this.” You playfully rolled your eyes as you handed him the pack of cigarettes you’d promised him; in exchange for the cigarettes, Novak had promised to let you and Raab use his bedroom for the night to celebrate your anniversary. Raab had his own bed in Bam’s house, but it was in a weird little corner in Bam’s basement and wasn’t the most ideal place for romantic sex. Novak’s bed was kinda gross, sure, but it was at least in its own room. Novak took the pack and opened it, checking to make sure all the cigarettes were there, and then he nodded. “The room’s all set, so we’re good to go. When are you guys getting back?” You thought it over for a moment as you kicked some of the crumbs on the floor under Novak’s bed. “Probably about nine or ten. We leave at five, dinner will take an hour at least, and the movie’s about two hours or so. Are you gonna crash somewhere else for the night?” Novak nodded with a grin. “I’m gonna go to a bar with Bam tonight and scope out the hot pussy. I’ll pick a girl who has a house and stay with her for the night. You know, so you two can sleep here.”

You smiled. “Great, thanks. Have fun picking up random girls in bars, try not to catch too many STDs.” Novak laughed. “I’ve already got every STD in the book, babe, I can’t catch something I already have.” You giggled, shaking your head in disbelief as you told him goodbye and left to go find Raab. He was laying on his bed in his weird little corner of Bam’s basement, flipping through a skateboarding magazine with the basement TV blaring as it played MTV. You walked up, plucked the magazine out of his hand, and leaned down to give him a kiss, which he eagerly returned as he took the magazine back. You pulled away, and he grinned at you. “Happy anniversary.” You laughed. “Chris, you’ve already said happy anniversary. At least four times now, actually.” He shrugged, his grin widening as he tossed the magazine aside and pulled you down to sit beside him on his bed. “I just like saying it.” You smiled. “You know what? So do I. Happy anniversary, baby.” His face lit up, and he leaned in for another kiss before pulling away to turn off the TV. “Where all are we going, again? For the date, I mean.” You sat up against the pillows, looking away in thought. “First, we’re gonna get dinner, and then we’re gonna go see that new movie you mentioned the other day, and then we’re gonna come back here for the night to have some…alone time.” You grinned suggestively at him, and his face lit up with pure excitement. “Man, that sounds fun, especially the last part. Maybe we should skip the rest and just do that!”

You playfully rolled your eyes as you got up from the bed. “Very funny, baby. Come on, we’re going to your favorite restaurant and we need to leave now so we don’t get back from that movie too late.” Raab jokingly protested as he got to his feet, adjusting the shirt and pants he’d picked out for the date and asking you to smooth down his hair for him before the two of you headed upstairs towards your car. The ride to the restaurant was fairly short, and the two of you spent it rocking out to a random mixtape Raab had made for you back in the first month of your relationship. When you pulled into the little diner, Raab eagerly got out of the car as fast as he could to open your car door for you, which was something he always did for special occasions like this when he wanted to be romantic for you. You smiled appreciatively at him as you got out of the car and interlocked your fingers with his own, holding his hand as the two of you walked inside and sat down at a table. Raab plucked a menu from the table centerpiece and looked over it, and you laughed. “Chris, you order the same thing every time we come here, what are you looking at the menu for?” He grinned at you. “I wanna see if they give out free desserts for couples when it’s their anniversary.” You shook your head, looking down at the menu yourself as you decided what you wanted. “I doubt it, those free desserts are usually just for birthdays and for couples who propose in the restaurant. Maybe we can pretend it’s your birthday and share a free ice cream sundae!”

Raab nodded, turning the menu over to stare at the picture of the birthday ice cream sundae that the restaurant offered. “I’ll gladly lie and say it’s my birthday if it means we get free dessert.” The meal was relatively uneventful aside from a little conversation about your favorite moments from the relationship so far (yours was a stargazing date you took Raab on about a month into dating him, and Raab’s was that same stargazing date, but only because it was the first time you ever let him suck your boobs) and the free ice cream sundae that the two of you shared for dessert, which you obtained through lying to the waitstaff about it being Raab’s birthday; he had to sit there while the entire staff sang him happy birthday, but it was definitely worth it. Throughout the meal, you were tempted to lean over and touch his thigh or rub his cock under the table, just to tease him and get him excited for what was to come, but you decided against it. Raab didn’t like being embarrassed in public places where other people could see, so you decided to wait until the two of you were in the movie theater instead. It would be dark, there would probably be very few people in the theater because of the time of day the movie was taking place, and the movie would be loud enough to mask any moans that Raab happened to let slip. It was the perfect place.

After another short drive, this time to the movie theater, Raab opened your car door for you once again and led you inside, the two of you stopping to buy popcorn, candy, and drinks before heading in to see the movie. You sat all the way in the back of the theater, scanning the room to see if anyone was sitting anywhere near you; aside from three people in the very front row and one person in the middle row, there was no one else there, which meant you could tease Raab freely without any worry of someone seeing. The movie was actually pretty interesting, and you didn’t want to ruin the experience for Raab, so you waited until a slow, unimportant scene came up to gently place your hand on his thigh, smiling when you felt him start to tense up underneath you. You glanced at him, and he was still watching the movie, albeit while breathing much heavier than he had been before. You moved the hand up to stroke his inner thigh, and his legs twitched, his hips just barely bucking up against your touch. You glanced at him again; he was staring at you with an eager look, like he was waiting for you to do more. You slid the hand all the way up to brush over his cock through his jeans, and a shaky little moan left his lips right away, his eyes darting across the room to make sure the other people in the theater hadn’t heard him. Of course they hadn’t; none of them were even looking back at you. They were all focused on the movie, which was distractingly loud.

You brushed your hand over his cock again, firmly palming it with enough force to make him whine as he hardened under your touch, and he leaned his head back against the wall that was behind your row, eyes squeezed shut as he gasped and whined under his breath. You palmed it again, grinning at how red his face was, and then, just to be a little mean, you pulled your hand away and went back to pretending to watch the movie. You could see in your peripheral vision that Raab was staring at you in disbelief, his mouth slightly open like he was going to protest, and you had to resist the urge to laugh. He was just too easy to tease. He leaned his head on your shoulder, trying to get you to look at him as he grabbed at the hem of your shirt. “Mommy…” Raab’s whiny, pleading tone made you smile, and you looked down at him casually, like you hadn’t just teased him and then pulled away. “Yes, baby?” He shot you a look of mild frustration, realizing what you were trying to do, and he buried his face in your shoulder, gently taking your hand and guiding it towards his lap, silently pleading for you to touch him again. You shook your head, gently stroking his hair and soothingly kissing him on the forehead. “Not yet, baby, if I keep touching you now then you might blow your load. We need to save that for tonight, when we get home. Just watch the movie for now and as soon as we get home I’ll touch you again.”

Raab shook his head. “I can’t focus on the movie now, (Y/n), I’m too hard. Can we just leave now?” You raised your eyebrows at him. “You wanna go ahead and leave early?” He nodded fervently. “Yes, please.” You could tell he really wasn’t all that interested in the movie anymore, and neither were you, so you nodded in agreement and the two of you stood up, gathering up your popcorn and candy and quickly making a beeline for the parking lot, Raab covering his crotch with his bag of popcorn to hide his erection as he got into the passenger seat of the car. The drive home was much faster than the drive to the theater, mainly because you went way over the speed limit and ran at least two red lights, and soon enough you were pulling into the driveway of Bam’s house once again, the two of you scrambling out of the car as fast as you possibly could. Bam’s purple Lamborghini was gone, which was how you knew him and Novak had left to go bar-hopping for the night, and you felt a pang of excitement when you remember that you and Raab were gonna get to use Novak’s bedroom for the night. You led him inside, and he started to head for the basement, but you stopped him with a grin. “Where are you going.” He stared at you in confusion. “Down to the basement? You said we’re having alone time.”

You shook your head. “We won’t be staying down there tonight! I got us an actual bedroom just for the occasion. Novak’s bedroom, to be specific.” Raab’s face lit up as he realized what you meant, and he smiled. “Oh, okay. Let’s go then.” You led him up to Novak’s room, feeling the giddiness that was practically radiating off of him as the two of you made your way up the stairs; getting to be in an actual bedroom for the night was a pretty big deal for both of you, since it meant you could be much louder and do a lot more than you could when the two of you fucked on his little bed in the basement (the openness of the basement meant that everyone else in the house could easily walk in on you or at least overhear everything you were doing). You quickly pulled Raab into the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind you, and you laid your stuff from the movie theater down on the bedside table, gesturing for Raab to lay down on the bed and wait for you. He went to pull off his shirt, but you stopped him. “Just lay down on the bed for me and I’ll take all your clothes off myself, baby.” He obediently laid down on the bed, hardly able to contain his excited impatience as he waited for you to finally give him attention. You took off your shirt and pulled your pants off, tossing them in a heap on the floor and leaving your bra and panties on as you made your way over to the bed, and Raab sat up with an eager look as he admired your scantily-clad body.

“You’re so pretty, (Y/n).” You smiled. “So are you, baby. Here, lay back and let me take care of you.” Raab obediently laid back against the pillows and you straddled his lap, leaning down to give him a soft kiss as you stuck your hands under his shirt to feel the warmth of his body; you pulled away long enough to help him take his shirt off and toss it aside and then smashed your lips against his once again, gently rubbing your fingers over the soft skin of his tummy and chest and playing with his sensitive nipples. He whined softly against your lips, lightly rocking his hips up against your body in a desperate attempt to get some friction against his bulge, and you pulled away, grinning at how red-faced and out of breath he was. “Aw, you’re so sensitive today, baby.” He blushed even harder, smiling bashfully as he bucked his hips up again. “It’s because you got me all excited in the movie theater.” You laughed. “I did, didn’t I? Here, let’s get these pants off so I can see how hard your cute little cock is.” You pulled his jeans off to reveal his white boxers, smirking at the large wet spot that was already starting to form. You could see his cock twitching through the fabric, like he was already dangerously close to cumming, and it really turned you. His body just so sensitive that it honestly kind of shocked you. You palmed at his bulge like you had at the theater, and he whined.

“Don’t tease me this time, please, I already feel like I’m gonna cum too fast.” You cooed over him, stroking his face with your free hand as your other hand continued to rub over his bulge. “Don’t you worry, sweetie, I won’t tease you too much. And even if you do cum too fast, it’s fine. You always do pretty well with your mouth, don’t you?” Raab grinned and nodded. “Yeah, that’s true.” The wet spot on his boxers was starting to get bigger, so you helpfully pulled them down off his legs and watched his cock slap against his flat belly, the tip bright red and steadily leaking precum. You stroked the underside of it with the pad of your thumb, and his belly jerked, a whimper leaving his lips as you rubbed a circle over his tip. You moved your hand away long enough to remove your bra, and Raab’s eyes lit up, his attention now focused on grabbing and squeezing at your breasts as you pulled your panties aside and wrapped your hand around the base of his cock to keep it steady as you hovered over the tip. Raab’s eyes went wide, and he released your breasts long enough to lean over towards the drawer of Novak’s bedside table. “Hold on, mommy, let me get a condom for you.” You stopped him, shaking your head with a grin, and he stared up at you in confusion. “Since it’s our anniversary, I figured maybe you’d like to try doing it without the condom?” When Raab finally realized what you were saying, his face lit up, his mouth dropping open in excitement. “I get to feel your pussy without a condom?” You nodded.

Raab looked even more excited than before, but then another look of confusion crossed his face. “Wait, so do you want me to tell you when I’m about to cum so you can pull off?” Your grin widened, and you shook your head again. “Nope. That’s your other anniversary present. You get to cum inside me.” Raab’s went as wide as saucers, and he stared up at you in awe, rubbing circles over your hips affectionately as he took in this new information. “Fucking you without a condom and I get to cum inside you? Best present ever.” You laughed, leaning down to press another kiss to his lips as you lined the head of his cock up with your pussy; Raab’s eyes were locked on the sight of his cock pressed against your entrance as he waited eagerly to feel your pussy without a condom for the first time, and as soon as you sank down on his tip, his mouth dropped open, a soft gasp leaving his lips as he took in the feeling. You smiled, leaning down to stroke his hair as you sank further down onto his shaft. “How does that feel, sweetie? You like that?” He nodded fervently, his hands grabbing at your hips in a desperate attempt to pull you down further on his cock so he could get even more of the feeling that he was clearly enjoying so much, and you indulged him, taking his cock all the way to the base and then keeping yourself still so he could savor the feeling of your wet, tight heat wrapped around his shaft.

He threw his head back against the pillows, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth slightly open as he bucked his hips up, trying to push his cock even deeper inside you as you tightened up around him. “Fuck, mommy, your pussy feels so good around my cock.” You grabbed his hands and guided them back up to your boobs, letting him squeeze them in his hands and rub the pads of his thumbs over your nipples to try and distract himself from cumming too quickly; you could tell he was already getting close because of how red his face was how much his hips were jerking, but you decided not to say anything just for the sake of not embarrassing him. If anything, it always turned you on more when he came too quickly, and he could always just eat you out to make up for it. You pulled all the way off of his cock and then promptly took it all the way again, bouncing up and down on his cock at a steady pace as you leaned over to press your lips against Raab’s again. He moaned against your mouth, weakly thrusting his hips up in an attempt to give you some pleasure as well, but he was clearly already starting to get overwhelmed from how good it felt, his eyes half-lidded and his lips wet with his own drool as you pulled away from the kiss to get a good look at him. With the eyes, the lips, and his flustered face, he looked like an absolute wreck.

You stroked his hair, pushing his bangs back off of his slightly sweaty forehead as you cooed over him. “Poor baby, not even five minutes of fucking me raw and you’re already out of it. Wanna try being on top for a little bit?” His eyes snapped open, and he nodded eagerly, clearly desperate to be able to please you himself without you having to do all the work, and so you quickly switched positions with him, letting him get on top of you to fuck your pussy himself as he buried his face in your neck, thrusting with as much force as he could muster as he pressed sloppy kisses to your neck and collarbone. Your wrapped your arms around him, pulling him flush against your body so his hips were pressed against yours and his shaft was all the way inside you. You could feel his cock starting to twitch inside you, and soft moans were spilling from his lips as he pressed another flurry of kisses up the side of your neck; he was clearly close to cumming, and so you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled his face down into your boobs, rubbing your hand over the back of his head soothingly and bucking your hips up to help him fuck you with a more intense pace. Just as you were starting to wonder if maybe your worries of Raab not lasting long had been all for nothing, you felt Raab’s hips stutter repeatedly, his body starting to tense up as he buried his face in your boobs with a loud, whiny, desperate moan.

“Fuck, mommy, I’m gonna cum, I’m sorry—oh fuck.” His hips stuttered once again, and he grabbed at your hips, his fingernails digging into your skin as he came with a pathetic moan, his legs shaking and his upper body exhaustedly resting on yours as he jerked his hips to ride out his orgasm. You stroked his hair and rubbed his back affectionately to guide him through it, and when he pulled his head up, you realized he was starting to tear up and you immediately panicked, cupping his face with concern. “Oh fuck, what’s the matter, baby? What’s wrong? Was cumming inside me too much? Maybe I should have waited and had you do that another time, I’m sorry—” Raab shook his head, wiping his eyes as he tried to say what he wanted to say without actually bursting into tears. “I always cum before you do, mommy, I need to stop doing that. You should get to cum first. I’m sorry.” You wiped the tears from his cheeks and shook your head, stroking his face reassuringly. “Aw, baby, I don’t mind that you cum first, it’s really not a big deal. I like seeing you cum first, you always look so pretty and it makes me feel good to know that it feels so good for you and that it makes you cum so fast. You shouldn’t feel bad about it, baby, I promise. Here, let me get you on your back and then if you want to you—”

You moved to pull him off of you so you could lay him on his back and see if he wanted to either end the session there or finish you off with his mouth, but he instantly shook his head, pushing your hands away and immediately beginning to thrust inside you again. You stared up at him with alarm. “Chris? Baby, you just had an orgasm, if you keep going you’re gonna get overstimulated.” He buried his face in your neck again, shaking his head as he continued to weakly thrust his cock inside you in spite of how obviously sensitive it was. “I’m not stopping until I make you cum too, that’s all I want.” You felt a wave of affection for him, hugging him close your body and wrapping your legs around him as he thrust inside you again deep enough to hit your g-spot. Raab’s whole body was shaking, his hands desperately squeezing your sides and his eyes tightly shut as he continued to fuck you despite how sensitive his poor little cock was; the overstimulation was already setting in, and you felt a pang of worry for him as you wondered if him overstimulating his own body like this was worth him making you cum. “Raab, sweetie, maybe you should just use your fingers or your mouth, I really don’t want you to overstimulate yourself or get hurt doing this.” Raab frantically shook his head again, staring up at you with a pleasing look as he thrust inside you again. “No, mommy, please let me keep doing this, I wanna make you cum so badly, I feel so fucking bad about cumming inside you too fast.”

You rubbed his back, knowing he’d made up his mind at this point and couldn’t be convinced otherwise, but there was still that little pang of worry. Raab was usually exhausted after just one session, so there was no telling if he’d make it all the way through a second one. If you didn’t know any better, though, you would have thought he was actually getting off on it; his eyes had started to become half-lidded again, his mouth slightly agape as soft, vulnerable moans left his lips, and his cock still felt hard even though he’d already cum once. “Raab, sweetie…do you like this? Being overstimulated, I mean.” He pulled his head away from your chest, his face bright red as he nodded shyly. “It feels so good, mommy. Like it feels so good that it kind of hurts.” You raised your eyebrows, making a mental note to tuck that little piece of information away for the next time the two of you had sex, and then Raab’s tip hit your g-spot and you realized you were starting to get close to cumming yourself. “Oh fuck, sweetie, I’m almost there, just keep fucking mommy’s pussy nice and deep, just like that, perfect, baby, you’re such a good boy for me.” You spurred Raab on with your praises enough to give him the energy to thrust inside you a few more times, deep enough for his cock head to rub your spot but not powerful enough to completely drain him, and then you came around his cock, moaning loudly with his body pressed right against yours. You tightened around his cock as you came, and then, to your shock, you felt Raab cum again, his cock jerking pathetically inside you as a few more spurts of cum shot from his tip. As soon as the both of you had finished, Raab immediately collapsed on top of you in pure exhaustion, his face red and flushed and his hair all messy and his lips wet with his own saliva from all the drooling.

You cupped his face in your hands and made him look at you, fixing his hair and wiping his mouth and stroking his face adoringly as you smiled at him. “Raab, sweetie, that was incredible. That was so sweet of you to make sure that I came too, you’re so thoughtful. Here, lay down so I can clean you up.” Raab’s face went even redder, and he stared at you adoringly as he watched you grab the towel Novak had helpfully left on his bedside table. You cleaned up Raab’s cum from between your legs and then cleaned off his cock, careful to be gentle so you wouldn’t overstimulate it even more; it was so red and sore from being used so much that you felt a pang of pity. “Poor baby. You really wore yourself out, didn’t you?” Raab nodded exhaustedly, and you handed him a bottle of water, crawling into bed beside him and stroking his hair to comfort him as he chugged the water sleepily. When he finished, he set the bottle aside and leaned up to give you a kiss. “Happy anniversary, (Y/n).” You smiled. “Happy anniversary, my love. Sleepy?” He nodded, and you pulled the covers over the two of you, lying down and cuddling him to your chest so the two of you could enjoy a little cuddle session before you went to sleep. Raab leaned over to turn off the lamp and then looked down in confusion, leaning down to pull something out from under the mattress. “Is this a McDonald’s wrapper?” You sighed. “Why on Earth did I give Novak a whole pack of cigarettes for his shitty ass room?”

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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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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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Suck It And See (Sub!Chris Raab/Raab Himself x Reader) [Smut]

Here’s that late 90s Raab mommy kink smut y’all ordered! Plenty of mommy kink, sub Raab, titty sucking, all that good stuff. Usually I try to add some plot but for this one I just made it about the smut. That’s what we’re here for! This one is a little short, since it’s mainly just about mommy kink. Also this isn’t full-on sex, it’s titty sucking during a handjob and then you blowing Raab. This is around 1998 or 1999, when the first CKY video was still being filmed. Also, the title is obviously based off of the Arctic Monkeys song of the same name. The story itself doesn’t have anything to do with the song but it’s really good, definitely listen to it if you haven’t.

Description: You and Chris are hanging out with Bam, Ryan, Dico and Rake at Bam’s house. Bam and the others leave to go get some prank stuff from the store, leaving you and Raab with plenty of time to spend alone together…this all leads to Raab sucking your titties and calling you mommy. Literally this is just smut. Not much to describe.

Warnings: Smut, Sub/Dom dynamics, Sub boy Dom girl, Mommy Kink (no age play!), Cursing, Raab sucks your tits and is super submissive, Praise Kink, Basically Raab sucks your tits while you jerk him off and then you blow him so no vaginal sex here, just oral sex, y’all fuck in Bam’s room which is kinda nasty tbh but whatever

@asskickedbygirl tagging you as always

“You guys better not fuck each other on my bed while we’re gone.” Bam flashed you and Raab a warning look as he stuffed his car keys and wallet into the pockets of his baggy pants, gesturing to his bed that the two of you were sitting on. Dico, who was already halfway out the door, poked his head back in with a grin. “You guys should fuck on his bed, and you should use his pillowcases to clean up afterwards.” Ryan smirked, Rake burst out laughing, and Bam threw an empty cup at Dico, who ducked out of the room with a laugh. “Don’t use my fucking pillowcases to clean up your cum. Actually, don’t cum at all. Don’t have any sex in or around my bed. Got it?” You rolled your eyes at Bam, leaning back against his pillows with your arm lazily draped around Raab’s shoulder. “We weren’t planning on it, you perv. Stop thinking about us having sex and go buy those whoopie cushions or whatever dumb shit you said you were getting.” Bam shot you a look of annoyance and walked out without another word, Rake following behind him and casually waving to the two of you. “See you guys later.” Dico, Bam, and Rake had all decided to go into town to get some prank stuff for the CKY movie that Bam was making; you and Raab didn’t feel like going and Ryan just wanted to take a nap, so the three of you had decided to stay back at Bam’s house and wait for the other three to come back. After the three men left, Ryan rubbed his eyes and walked over to the door to head down to the living room for a nap, shooting the two of you a knowing look as he started to leave.

“If you guys do fuck in here, try to keep it quiet so I can sleep. I won’t tell him you guys fucked as long as you promise not to tell him I took $10 from his wallet before he left.” You laughed, and Ryan left with a grin, closing the door behind him as he did. You looked down at Raab, who was leaning his head against your shoulder with a cute little grin on his face. “You’re awfully quiet, baby. Anything on your mind?” Raab shook his head, his face going slightly red as his grin widened. “No, ma’am.” You raised your eyebrows, smiling at the term of respect. “Ma’am? Wow, you’re really on your best behavior today, aren’t you? I like hearing you call me that. You know what else I like hearing you call me?” You leaned over to kiss him, and when you pulled away, his face was super red as he gave you a quizzical look. “What?” You grinned. “Mommy.” Raab’s breathing went heavy, a bulge instantly forming in his jeans, and you leaned in to kiss him again, sliding one of your hands down to palm at the bulge. He moaned softly against your lips, gently bucking his hips up against your hand, and you just barely pulled away to give him a suggestive look. “What do you say, sweetie? You wanna call me mommy while I play with your cute little cock?” You palmed his cock again, smiling when a high-pitched whine left his mouth, and he nodded eagerly. “Yes, please.” You raised your eyebrows. “Yes what?” Raab’s cock hardened even more under your touch, and he whimpered softly. “Yes, mommy.”

You smiled. “Good boy. Here, baby, let’s get these tight jeans off, your poor little cock must feel so constrained.” You unbuttoned his fly, and his eyes widened, a nervous look on his face. “Are you sure we should do it in here? Bam said he didn’t want us to fuck on his bed, you know how he gets when he’s pissed off.” You laughed, pulling Raab’s zipper down and helping him tug his jeans down so they were around his knees. “Exactly, he said we couldn’t fuck on his bed. So we won’t! We’ll just do other things instead. I mean, me touching your cock doesn’t count as fucking, right?” You gently rubbed Raab’s bulge through his boxers, and he smiled as he caught on to your clever plan. “Right, right.” He leaned his head back against the pillows, mouth falling open in pleasure as you massaged his clothed cock, and you stuck your free hand up his shirt, running your fingers over his flat belly and smooth chest as you leaned in to kiss him again. A small wet spot was starting to form in his boxers from precum, and Raab pulled away from the kiss with a worried look. “Can you pull my boxers off, please? I’m gonna have to put them back on after this and I don’t want them to get too messy.” You smiled. “Of course, baby, how could I say no when you ask so nicely? Come here.” You pulled him closer, motioning for him to lift his hips up so you could pull his boxers down to his knees like his jeans were, allowing his hard, eager cock to slap against his belly. You admired it as you wrapped your hand around the base, grinning at the flustered look on Raab’s cock. “You’ve got the prettiest cock, baby.” He did. It was a nice pink color, about average length with a slight upward curve and a good thickness to it.

Raab blushed. “Thank you, mommy.” You smiled, teasingly swiping your palm over the bright pink head, and he groaned softly, throwing his head back against the pillow and squeezing his eyes shut. You leaned over to spit on the head of his cock, slightly exposing your cleavage as you did so, and when Raab opened his eyes, his gaze immediately went to your boobs, a soft moan falling from his lips. You looked up, following his eyes down to your cleavage, and you grinned. “Aw, you wanna suck my titties? I can jerk you off while you do it, if you want, sweetie.” He nodded eagerly, his cock jerking in your hand, and you pulled your breasts out of your shirt, pressing one of your hands against the headboard of the bed to steady yourself as you leaned over him, gently guiding your nipple to his mouth as you continued to play with his cock with your free hand. Raab eagerly took your nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over it before gently sucking on it, his eyelashes fluttering shut from how relaxed he was. You admired the pretty look on his face, rubbing your thumb over the tip of his cock and pumping his shaft in your hand at a steady pace. Raab’s hands flew up to grab at your hips, his grip tightening just slightly every time you touched the head of his cock. You brought your hand back up to spit into it, bringing it back down to jerk his shaft at a much faster pace than before, and his eyes snapped open in shock, a moan leaving his lips as he briefly released your nipple from his mouth. You smiled. “You like that, baby?” He nodded, hips stuttering up against your grip on his cock. “It feels so good, mommy, thank you.”

You cooed over him, gently pushing on the back of his head to guide his mouth back onto your nipple. “Of course, baby, you deserve it for being such a good boy for me.” You stroked his hair, watching him suck eagerly on your breast with half-lidded eyes, his lips gently pulling on your nipple as he looked up at you sweetly. His cock lay hard and heavy against his thigh, slightly red from how close he was to cumming, and you apologetically reached your hand down to stroke the underside, realizing you’d temporarily let go of his cock to play with his hair. Raab’s tummy jerked at the contact, and he moaned against your nipple; he was already starting to drool from how much he was focusing on sucking your nipple, and his mouth made a slick ‘pop’ sound as he pulled away from your nipple with a whine. “I’m so close to cumming, mommy, can I cum in your mouth please?” You ran your thumb over his tip again, smiling when he shivered at the touch. “You want me to suck your cock, baby?” He nodded, and you moved away from him, putting your breast back into your shirt and stroking his face. “I absolutely will, sweetie, but I need you to be a good boy and beg me for it, okay? Can you do that?” Raab nodded, grabbing at the hem of your shirt in desperation, his lips red and shiny from sucking on your tits and his eyes half-lidded with lust. “Please, please, please use your mouth on my cock, mommy? I’m so close to cumming and it would feel so good, I promise I’ll be a good boy for you, just please suck my little cock.”

You smiled, satisfied. “You’re such a good boy for me, baby, of course I’ll let you cum in my mouth. Here, lean back against the pillows for me and I’ll take care of you.” Raab did as you asked, a look of excitement on his face as he laid back against the pillows with his cute little cock hard against his belly. You leaned down, licking a stripe up the underside of his shaft and then swirling your tongue around the tip and over his slit, lapping up beads of precum from the tip; Raab whimpered at the feeling, his cock starting to twitch, and you could tell that he probably wasn’t going to last very long. You engulfed his entire shaft in your mouth, using one of your free hands to play with his balls as your saliva dripped down to make them slicker, and then slurped on his shaft, sucking with enough force to elicit a series of whines and moans from his mouth as his hands moved down to rest on your head; he knew better than to pull your hair, but he clearly needed something to hold onto to keep him steady. You pulled off of his cock and licked another stripe up the underside, peppering kisses up the shaft and then taking it back into your mouth to suck on it with as much force as you could, flicking your tongue over the slit with the entire thing still in your mouth. Raab moaned loudly, throwing his head back against the pillow as his hips began thrusting up uncontrollably, his mind going blank as he became desperate for an orgasm. “Fuck, mommy, I’m gonna cum, please let me cum in your mouth, fuck it feels so good—” You slurped on his cock one more time, just hard enough to finally bring him to orgasm; he moaned loudly, blowing his load into your mouth as his body writhed against the bedsheets in pure pleasure.

You swallowed his cum, gently releasing his cock from your mouth and kissing the head of it one more time before letting it rest limply on his thigh, where you also laid your head down to catch your breath. Raab collapsed exhaustedly against the bed, breathing heavily with his eyes closed as he came down from his orgasm, and you admired the peaceful look of his face, moving your hand up to gently wipe the saliva off his lips and to smooth down his mussed-up hair. “How was that, sweetie?” He opened his eyes to flash you a toothy grin. “Really good, thank you mommy.” You smiled. “Good. You’re always such a good boy for me, baby, you deserved that. When we get home tonight I’ll let you pay me back with your cute little mouth, okay?” He nodded, eyes lighting up with excitement at the suggestion, and then he sat up, pulling his boxers and pants back up and smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes and in Bam’s comforter. “I don’t think we made a mess, right?” You examined the bed and nodded. “Don’t think so. And anyway, it’s not like we broke Bam’s rule. Blowjobs and tit sucking aren’t the same thing as actually having sex, so we followed his rules just fine.” Raab laughed his familiarly goofy laugh, and you sat down beside him on the bed, pulling him close to you for a cuddle session as the two of you laid back against the pillows. You frowned. “Ah shit.” Raab looked up at you in concern. “What’s the matter?” You shook your head with a laugh. “I just realized, we totally should have wiped your cum off on Bam’s pillowcase like Dico said.” Raab grinned. “Next time?” You laughed, cuddling him. “Next time.”

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My Official Masterlist:

I figured it was about time I compiled a list of all of my published fics! This covers all of the boys I write for from Jackass, the CKY videos, and Viva La Bam. The boys are listed in alphabetical order! This will be updated after each fic is published. Any fics I write using one of the boys characters (from Haggard, Minghags, etc) will go under their heading but will also go under a separate heading for whatever movie the character is from.

Currently Taking Commissions

Rules for Requesting

People I Write For

Important Note: ao3 account

Jackass/CKY/Viva La Bam Members:

Bam Margera

NSFW Alphabet: Bam Margera

Bam Being Forced to Fuck You As A Punishment [Smut]

Bam’s Kinks-Headcanons and Short Blurbs

He’s My Thing (Sub!Bam Margera x Reader) [Smut]

Perfect Shot (Sub!Bam Margera x GN! Reader) [Smut]

Sex Is Better When You Share (CKY Guys x Reader) [Smut]

Shut Up (Bam Margera x Reader) [Smut]

Sucking Bam Off From Behind—Short Imagine

Untitled Sub Bam Smut Drabble

Up Against The Shower Wall (Sub! Bam Margera x Reader) [Smut]

What’s My Line Again? (Bam Margera x Reader x Brandon Novak) [Smut]

Brandon DiCamillo

NSFW Alphabet: Brandon DiCamillo

Jealous Dico x Reader Smut Drabble (Untitled)

Laughter (Dico x Reader Drabble) [Light Smut]

Sex Is Better When You Share (CKY Guys x Reader) [Smut]

Short Dico x Reader Smut Drabble (Untitled)

Sometimes (Dico x Reader Smut Drabble)

Dating Brandon DiCamillo (Dico) Would Include

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

The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Try Out New Kinks For You [Short Smut Drabble]

You’re Fucking Disgusting (Brandon DiCamillo x GN! Reader) [Smut]

Brandon Novak

NSFW Alphabet: Brandon Novak

Drool (Sub! Brandon Novak x Reader Smut Drabble) [Dumbification]

How The CKY Boys Would React to Being Called Pet Named in Bed (Smut Drabble)

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

The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Try Out New Kinks For You [Short Smut Drabble]

What’s My Line Again? (Bam Margera x Reader x Brandon Novak) [Smut]

Chris Pontius

NSFW Alphabet: Chris Pontius

Dave England

NSFW Alphabet: Dave England 

Ehren McGhehey (Danger Ehren)

NSFW Alphabet: Ehren McGhehey/Danger Ehren (Jackass)

Short Sundresses and Melted Ice Cream (Danger Ehren x Reader) [Fluff]

Jess Margera

The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Try Out New Kinks For You [Short Smut Drabble]

Being Bam’s Best Friend Who Has A Crush on Jess Would Include:

Joe Frantz

NSFW Alphabet: Joe Frantz

Fairy Wings (Joe Frantz x Reader Smut Drabble)

How the CKY Boys Would React to Being Called Pet Names (Smut Drabble)

Joe Frantz Smut Drabble-Body Worship

Put Me In A Movie (Joe Frantz x Reader) [Smut]

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

The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Try Out New Kinks For You [Short Smut Drabble]

The Viagra Story (Joe Frantz x Reader) [Smut]

Johnny Knoxville

NSFW Alphabet: Johnny Knoxville

Be My Baby (Johnny Knoxville x Plus Sized! Reader) [Fluff]

Don’t Be A Tease (Johnny Knoxville x Reader) [Smut]

Get A Life! (Johnny Knoxville x Bam Margera’s Sister! Reader) [Smut]

Hello, Nurse (Johnny Knoxville x Reader) [Smut]

This Has Got To Stop (Married!Cheater!Johnny Knoxville x Reader) [Smut]

Underwater Exploration (Dom! Johnny Knoxville x Reader) [Smut]

Lord Bottaro

NSFW Alphabet: Lord Bottaro

The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Try Out New Kinks For You [Short Smut Drabble]

Raab Himself

NSFW Alphabet: Chris Raab/Raab Himself

Hot And Ready, Just Like Our Pizza (Chris Raab/Raab Himself x Reader) [Smut]

How The CKY Boys Would React to Being Called Pet Names in Bed (Smut Drabble)

Sex Is Better When You Share (CKY Guys x Reader) [Smut]

Suck It And See (Sub!Chris Raab/Raab Himself x Reader) [Smut]

The Anniversary Surprise (Sub! Raab x Reader) [Smut]

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

The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Try Out New Kinks For You [Short Smut Drabble]

Rake Yohn

NSFW Alphabet: Rake Yohn

He Blinded Me With Science (Mad Scientist!Rake Yohn x Reader) [Smut Drabble]

How the CKY Boys Would React to Being Called Pet Names in Bed (Smut Drabble)

Old Man (Rake Yohn x Reader Smut Drabble)

Quiet Time (Dom!Rake Yohn x Reader) [Smut]

Sex Is Better When You Share (CKY Guys x Reader) [Smut]

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

The CKY/Viva La Bam Boys Try Out New Kinks For You [Short Smut Drabble]

Ryan Dunn

NSFW Alphabet: Ryan Dunn

Sex Is Better When You Share (CKY Guys x Reader) [Smut]

Shove It (Ryan Dunn x Sub!Reader) [Smut]

Stay On Task (Dom!Ryan Dunn x Reader) [Smut]

Steve-O

Coming soon!

Minghags Characters:

Non-Pairing Fics/Female Jackass Member Fics:

Being A Female Jackass Member Who’s Childhood Best Friends With Bam and Ryan Would Include:

My Jackass Girl Idea

What A Female Jackass Member Would Be Like (Except She’s As Mean and Gross As the Rest of the Guys)

Related to But Not From Jackass and Viva La Bam:

Jimmy Pop

NSFW Alphabet: Jimmy Pop

When I Go Down On You (Jimmy Pop x Reader) [Smut Drabble]

[welcometojackass2022]

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.