#raab himself smut

[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.”

[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. 

[asskickedbygirl]

sorry for drought because of exams but here’s what fics im working on so sorry anon requests have been sitting there for so long!!! i will get to them!!! also if you’re req isn’t on here it’s prob just cos i’ve already written something v similar and want to branch out a bit. when requesting you can be as specific as you want it really helps!!!

~ sub!knoxville ~ req

johnnys annoying you all day at work and you deal with him when you get home

~ medic!reader with bam or ryan fluff ~ req

basically reader has troubled past with the guys and is not a fan of them but then they begin to grow fond of each other. haven’t decided who to make it for tho… bam or ryan lmk

~ ville valo secret fwb ~

your bam’s friend from west chester and end up regularly hooking up with ville behind everyone’s backs after meeting him

~ phone sex with cky guys ~

your ryan’s gf and the guys overhear you tell him your horny over the phone while he’s away filming and end up fucking with you but getting kind of overly into it, specifically dico

[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.

[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."

[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. 

[philscoupons]

things i’m working on at the moment:

ryan dunn smut+fluff request (should be done today)

jackass crew + trans male headcanons (should also be done today)

raab himself smut request

johnny knoxville x trans male smut request

[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

[dunnswrld]

Request Info!

note: thank you so much for reading this before requesting! even following just a couple of these can make getting your request out way quicker!!

-I write smut, fluff, and angst!

-It would be greatly appreciated if you explained what kind of fic you're looking for, just a simple run down really helps my gears turn!

-Please include the pronouns you want me to use in the request, I will most likely only write for fem!readers and gn!readers, if you don't include pronouns I will simply just use she/her as a default!

-Also please include the member you would like on the request!! It makes it harder to write something when i have no idea which member to write for!

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-If a request makes me uncomfortable to write about I simply won't write it, sorry in advance for that!

-Here’s a short list of things i won’t write!! ↓

Threesomes

Pregnancy/Kids

piss kinks, cnc, pet play, etc etc

-Heres who i will write for! ↓

Johnny Knoxville

Bam Margera (YOUNGER ONLY!)

Steve-o

Ryan Dunn

Dave England

Ehren Mcghehey

Chris Pontius

Raab Himself (Chris Raab)

Dico (Brandon DiCamillo)!

[asskickedbygirl]

when i’ve written 29 fics and only 6 arent smut

[lavendersb]

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.

[welcometojackass2022]

bad news guys. The hyperfixation has officially ended. I haven’t watched anything jackass/CKY/Viva la Bam or even had the urge to in over a week. It’s been replaced with a different fixation so it’s officially over. I’ll continue to finish up and publish everything in my drafts but I’m definitely gonna be a lot less involved and active than I was before. I hate hyperfixations :(

[lieutenant-cinnamon-roll]

IM SCREAMING WHY ISNT THIS ME?!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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.”